“She was one if the few souls that made me wonder what's it to live.”

“She wondered if she was doomed to be one of those people who spend their lives trying things.”

“Her soul in the balance, my heart in her hands
I made her a widow, she made me a man.”

“She lived unknown, and few could know
When Lucy ceased to be;
But she is in her grave, and, oh,
The difference to me!”

“Oliver: You turned me down. So why, I wonder, did you decide Amelie would be a better choice?
Claire: She smells better. And she made me cookies.”

“She—and I—were of an age now where we spent too much time wondering how things might have gone had we made a few different choices.”

“She was afraid of these things that made her suddenly wonder who she was, and what she was going to be in the world, and why she was standing at that minute, seeing a light, or listening, or staring up into the sky: alone.”

“She cannot chain my soul. Yes, she could hurt me. She'd already done so… I would bleed, or not. Scar, or not. Live, or not. But she could not hurt my soul, not unless I gave it to her.”

“If you live to be one hundred, you've got it made. Very few people die past that age.”

“It was not a fashionable place, but even among the pleasant people there, the girls made few friends, preferring to live for one another.”