“My mom used to tell me that whatever you do, marry someone who loves you more than you love him.”

“But you can't marry someone to fix him, even if you love them.”

“No one can hate you with more intensity than someone who used to love you.”

“Do you think it's possible to finally decide that you really, truly love someone but not end up marrying him?”

“It’s scary telling someone you care about, someone you love who you really are.”

“I love Jere more than anybody. He’s my brother, my family. I hate myself for doing this. But when I see you two together, I hate him too.” His voice broke.
“Don’t marry him. Don’t be with him. Be with me.”

“You promise me, he said. That you love him. Enough to marry him and make him happy.”

“Hate," Case said. "Who do I hate? You tell me." "Who do you love?”

“There is no choice more intensely personal, after all, than whom you choose to marry; that choice tells us, to a large extent, who you are.”

“i love you Ivy. I'll never stop loving you."
"I prayed for one more chance to reach you," he said, "to tell you how much I love you and to tell you to keep on loving. Someone else was meant for you, Ivy, and you were meant for someone else.”