LORAINE: Is that all you think I am? An idea in your head? DAVID: No! But if it's all I have, then it's all I can honestly love. Don't you see that?

History doesn't repeat itself but it often rhymes.

It’s that thing when you’re with someone, and you love them and they know it, and they love you and you know it… but it’s a party… and you’re both talking to other people, and you’re laughing and shining… and you look across the room and catch each other’s eyes… but – but not because you’re possessive, or it’s precisely sexual… but because… that is your person in this life. And it’s funny and sad, but only because this life will end, and it’s this secret world that exists right there in public, unnoticed, that no one else knows about. It’s sort of like how they say that other dimensions exist all around us, but we don’t have the ability to perceive them. That’s – That’s what I want out of a relationship.

Everything you love will probably be lost, but in the end, love will return in another way

I didn't know words could hold so much.

Better an end with horror than a horror without end

I live my life in widening circles that reach out across the world. I may not complete this last one but I will give myself to it.

I circle around God, around the primordial tower. I’ve been circling for thousands of years and I still don’t know: am I a falcon, a storm, or a great song?

The forest was shrinking but the trees kept voting for the axe for the axe was clever and convinced the trees that because his handle was made of wood he was one of them.