Please promise to take the very best care of my only girl. With so much love my heart might split in two...

…there’s just something beautiful about walking on snow that nobody else has walked on. It makes you believe you’re special, even though you know you’re not.

Nothing had changed. I was the stupid one again. I was the girl who never understood who she was to people.

Maybe I was destined to forever fall in love with people I couldn’t have. Maybe there’s a whole assortment of impossible people waiting for me to find them. Waiting to make me feel the same impossibility over and over again.

You think I don't know about wrong love, June? You think I don't understand embarrassing love?

There was a flicker of something in Greta's look. I couldn't tell whether it was a flicker of love or regret or meanness.