There's no reason to think we're going to stop loving each other, ' he said. 'And there's every reason to think that we won't.

The first time he'd held her hand, it felt so good that it crowded out all the bad things. It felt better than anything had ever hurt.

Holding Eleanor's hand was like holding a butterfly. Or a heartbeat. Like holding something complete, and completely alive.

It was the nicest thing she could imagine. It made her want to have his babies and give him both of her kidneys.

My girlfriend is sad and quiet and keeps me up all night worrying about her.

Don't bite his face, Eleanor told herself. It's disturbing and needy and never happens in situation comedies or movies that end with big kisses.

Everytime, he breaks your heart. And everytime, he expects me to pick up the pieces.

Can't you just like a girl who likes you back?''None of them likes me back. I may as well like the one I really want.

She wanted to lose herself in him. To tie his arms around her like a tourniquet.If she showed him how much she needed him, he'd run away.

If you can’t save your own life, is it even worth saving?

I'm ending this.''No. Come on. It's not worth it.''You are, ' he said fiercely, looking at her.'You're worth it.

Let me give you a tip on a clue to men's characters: the man who damns money has obtained it dishonorably

And I think THAT'S what we need to be pursuing with our lives: learning to be more skillful at coping with our minds.

I can dream, though - can't I, for myself? Even if you have not the imagination or the soul?

American youth attributes much more importance to arriving at driver's license age than at voting age.

The older you are, I think you realize what you enjoy and what you don't need, what wears you out and what's important.

All revolutions are the sheerest fantasy until they happen; then they become historical inevitabilities.

It's when we face for a moment the worst our kind can do, and shudder to know the taint in our own selves, that awe cracks the mind's shell and enters the heart.

When we describe what the other person is really like, I suppose we often picture what we want. We look through the prism of our need.

Of great wealth there is no real use, except in its distribution, the rest is just conceit.

An unexamined faith is not worth having, for it can be true only by accident.