- If you remember nothing else about me, let it be that I was brave in the face of love. That I let it have its way with me and still couldn’t get enough. That I crawled back to it, wounded, skinned knees, bleeding. That I still believed it was the only hill worth dying on.

- I always end up growing root systems down into the people I love, which freezes me into place. And when you are a stayer, you so often end up left.

- None of this was my idea, you know. You chose this. You let me go. So why can’t you let me go? If you wanted to hold on to me, all you had to do was hold on to me… (it was really that easy).

- I do not love halfway, and my love is not for the weak. It hangs on long after it probably should, and does not know how to die.