“Have you ever lost yourself in a kiss? I mean pure psychedelic inebriation. Not just lustful petting but transcendental metamorphosis when you became aware that the greatness of this being was breathing into you. Licking the sides and corners of your mouth, like sealing a thousand fleshy envelopes filled with the essence of your passionate being and then opened by the same mouth and delivered back to you, over and over again – the first kiss of the rest of your life. A kiss that confirms that the universe is aligned, that the world’s greatest resource is love, and maybe even that God is a woman. With or without a belief in God, all kisses are metaphors decipherable by allocations of time, circumstance, and understanding.”

I love them both; I always will. But this isn't about me.
"I didn't lie, Nina. I did the right thing." Patrick's hand comes up to my face, and I turn my cheek into his palm.
I will be leaving him. I will be leaving everyone.

"The right thing," I repeat, "is thinking before I act, so that I stop hurting the people I love."
"Your family," he murmurs.
I shake my head. "No," I say, my goodbye. "I meant you."

"Nina used to write me every other day. I was overseas, in the service, and that was the only thing I looked forward to." He smiles faintly. "She told me when she met you. Told me where you took her on dates. But the time she told me that she'd climbed some mountain with you... that was when I knew I'd lost her."
"Mount Katahdin? Nothing happened that day."
"No. You just climbed it, and came down," Patrick says. "The thing is, Nina's terrified of heights. She gets so sick, sometimes, that she faints. But she loved you so much, she was willing to follow you anywhere. Even three thousand feet up." He pushes away from the wall, approaching Caleb. "You know what's pathetic? That you get to live with this... this goddess. That out of all the guys in the world, she picked you. You were handed this incredible gift, and you don't even know it's infront of you."

Last Christmas I gave you my heart and the very next day, you gave it away. This year, to save me from tears, I'll give it to someone special.

I wrapped it up and sent it with a note saying "I love you". I meant it.

Now I know what a fool I've been, but if you kissed me now

I know you'd fool me again.

When you talk to older couples who, you know, have been in love for 30 or 40 or 50 years, alright, it's always the guy who says, "I knew."

I knew. Right from the beginning.... I'm that guy, Bones.

I'm that guy. I know.

Gave you all I had
And you tossed it in the trash
You tossed it in the trash, yes you did
To give me all your love is all I ever asked,
Cause what you don't understand is
I’d catch a grenade for ya;

You know I'd do anything for ya
I would go through all this pain,
Take a bullet straight through my brain,
Yes, I would die for ya baby
But you won't do the same;

" 'What' and ‘if’ are two words as nonthreatening as words come, but put them together side-by side and they have the power to haunt you for the rest of your life: ‘What if?'...

I don't know how your story ended, but I know that if what you felt then was love - true love - then it's never too late. If it was true then why wouldn't it be true now? You need only the courage to follow your heart.

I don't know what a love like that feels like... a love to leave loved ones for, a love to cross oceans for... but I'd like to believe if I ever felt it, I'd have the courage to seize it. I hope you had the courage to seize it, Claire. And if you didn't, I hope one day that you will."

It's a beautiful night, we're looking for something dumb to do

hey baby, i think i wanna marry you

is it the look in your eyes? or is it this dancing juice?

who cares baby, i think i wanna marry you!