"Love meant jumping off a cliff and trusting that a certain person would be there to catch you at the bottom."

"I don't think we get a choice in who we fall for," Ian whispers. "I think we just do."

"So much of the language of love was like that: you devoured someone with your eyes, you drank in the sight of him, you swallowed him whole. Love was substance, broken down and beating through your bloodstream."

"If you gave someone your heart and they died, did they take it with them? Did you spend the rest of forever with a hole inside you that couldn't be filled?"

"You don't love someone because they're perfect, you love them in spite of the fact that they're not."