The truth is the truth.

But love wasn't about sacrifice, and it wasn't about falling short of someone's expectations. By definition, love made you better than good enough; it redefined perfection to include your traits, instead of excluding them. All any of us wanted, really, was to know that we counted. That someone else's life would not have been as rich without us here.

The truth doesn't always set you free; people prefer to believe prettier, neatley wrapped lies

Since when does anyone get the option to do the easiest?

Coop kissed me deeply, drawing my breath from me in a long, sweet ribbon. "Perhaps I haven't mentioned it, but I'm an expert when it comes to first steps."

Are you," I said. "Then tell me how."

You close your eyes," Coop answered, "and jump.

I shouldn't have eavesdropped, but sometimes, that's the only way to find out the truth.