Trust me on this: no one is better off alone.

It hadn't been so long ago, yet sometimes she felt that she'd been an altogether different person back then.

There are always differences when you adapt a novel to a film. A novel is longer so you're automatically cutting out elements and introspection but this is actually a film that stays very close to the novel.

People in pain don't always see things as clearly as they should.

What are we after all our dreams, after all our memories?

It's hard for me to talk to her. All I can do when I look at her is think about the day when I won't be able to. So I spend all my time at school thinking about her, wishing I could see her right then, but when I get to her house, I don't know what to say.

Yet I have come to believe that while the past is unchangeable, our perceptions of is are malleable.

Because being comfortable meant she might lower her guard, and she could not let that happen.

I’m stuck babysitting turtle eggs while a volleyball player slash grease monkey slash aquarium volunteer tries to hit on me.”
I’m not hitting on you,” he protested.
No?”
Believe me, you’d know if I was hitting on you. You wouldn’t be able to stop yourself from succumbing to my charms.

The emotions attached to them were like sand castles in the tide, slowly washing out to sea.

He often felt that too many people lived their lives acting and pretending, wearing masks and losing themselves in the process.

Women had a tendency to see what they wanted to see i men, at least in the beginning.

Tough toenails, tiger. What you want and what you get are usually two entirely different things.

I think, above all, the characters in my novels feel universal to the readers.

The best love is the kind that awakens the soul; that makes us reach for more, that plants the fire in our hearts and brings peace to our minds. That's what I hope to give you forever.

Love is always patient and kind. It is never jealous.Love is never boastful or conceited. It is never rude or selfish. It does not take offense and is not resentful.

They wouldn't understand, and I don't feel the need to explain, simply because I know in my heart how real it was. When I think of you, I can't help smiling, knowing that you've completed me somehow. I love you, not just for now, but for always, and I dream of the day that you'll take me in your arms again.

I've been doing this a long time, and I've come to learn that predictions don't mean much. Too much lies outside the realm of medical knowledge. A lot of what happens next comes down to you and your specific genetics, your attitude. No, there's nothing we can do to stop the inevitable, but that's not the point. The point is that you should try to make the most of the time you have left.

It'll be hard, but life moves fast-we'll see each other again. I know that. I can feel that. Just like I can feel how much you care for me and how much I love you.

Without you in my arms, I feel an emptiness in my soul. I find myself searching the crowds for your face--I know it's an impossibility, but I cannot help myself.