“He hadn't loved me well in the end, but he'd loved me well when it mattered.”

“He loved me. He loved me, but he doesn't love me anymore, and it's not the end of the world.”

“The only thing that matters, at the end of a stay on earth, is how well did we love, what was the quality of our love?”

“I still believed he'd love me again somehow, love me that intense, thick way he did, the way that made everything good.”

“He’s doing this because he cares for me? Well if almost killing me is his way of expressing care, then I absolutely fear the instance when he ever decides to express love.”

“She had a bottomless well of love for me.”

“"He does not love me for my birth
Nor for my lands so broad and fair;
He loves me for my own true worth,
And that is well," said Lady Clare.”

“In the end, just three things matter:

How well we have lived
How well we have loved
How well we have learned to let go”

“If you’re not motivating me, loving me, wishing me well, creating abundance with me… You’re a distraction.”

“She loved me coming and going, at my worst and at my best. She had a bottomless well of love for me.”