“Come on, dear, what are we, romanticists? Pick up your heart on the way out.”

“there is no sound my heart makes (other than) I HAVE BEEN FORGOTTEN. I DO NOT EXIST.”

“At the end of the day, we devour our own desires - and starve to death after.”

"Most people think that love dies the most spectacular death but love dies quietly with every doubt, with every careless word spilled, with every broken promise, with every selfish act. These are the things that undermine love. One day you just wake up and realize it's gone and most people think this is the day love died spectacularly and that everything fell apart. They even mark the day on their mental calendar. Truth is, love started dying a long time ago. It is a death by a thousand cuts. You never know, though, which one will be the killing last."