What love is depends on where you are in relation to it. Secure in it, it can feel as mundane and necessary as air - you exist within it, almost unnoticing. Deprived of it, it can feel like an obsession; all consuming - a physical pain.

Only you, Will Traynor, could tell a woman how to wear a bloody dress.

The greatest evil is physical pain.

What we learn through sharing our memories and our sadness's and our little victories with each other is that it’s okay to feel sad. Or lost. Or angry. It’s okay to feel a whole host of things that other people might not understand, and often for a long time. Everyone has his or her own journey. We don’t judge.

The only antidote to mental suffering is physical pain.

Marathons are hard because of the physical pain, the pounding on the muscles, joints, tendons.