You Had Me At Hello

It's pathetic, I knew I did from that first moment we met. It was...not love at first sight exactly, but - familiarity. Like: oh, hello, it's you. It's going to be you. Game over." -Ben

Do nothing, and nothing happens. Life is about decisions. You either make them or they're made for you, but you can't avoid them.

I was right I couldn't fall in love with you. Because i never fell out of love with you." -Ben

University's like this little world, a bubble of time separate from everything before and everything after.

Isn't it weird how we make big decisions in life based on the strangest, most random things?

I wanted him to be happy and it was also going to be the thing that hurt the most

His sadness was almost palpable, like moisture in the air before it rains. Although this was Manchester, it was probably about to rain anyway.

Being with the wrong person is lonelier than being on your own. Or it’s as lonely, in a different way,

Seems once was enough to infect me. From then on you've been lying dormant, like a virus. Or an incurable chronic condition that flares up from time to time.' A long pause, where life transforms from black-and-white to colour. 'I'm eczema?' Ben beams. 'Eczema of the heart. That's it. Psoriasis of the soul.

I thought it would all fall into place. I've changed my mind. Do nothing, and nothing happens. Life is about decisions. You either make them or they’re made for you, but you can’t avoid them.

...the life with him you feel like you lost out on, it’s perfect because it’s a fantasy and it’s a fantasy because it’s perfect.

It's pathetic, I knew I did from that first moment we met. It was...not love at first sight exactly, but - familiarity. Like: oh, hello, it's you. It's going to be you. Game over.

I don't expect to be happy ever after. Just happier.

I like the city late at night, the blasts of music and the splashes of light cast from bars that are still open, shoals of brightly-dressed clubber, the beeping taxis and the greasy, savoury smell of meat and onions from the burger vans.

Funny how, when one part of your life falls away, the other bits that are left start looking rather feeble.

...I think you’re bound to feel guilty, and you’re going to feel sad. You have to simply feel it. Don’t hate yourself. It is what it is.

Refusal to listen isn’t enough of a response.

... when you love someone, you want their happiness even when it's not going to involve you. Even when it depends on your lack of involvement.

«Porque la simple idea de que me hayas olvidado, como si fuera un archivo inservible, y me hayas arrastrado hasta el icono de papelera de reciclaje de tu cerebro, hace que tenga pesadillas que me producen la misma ansiedad que soñar que estoy desnuda en medio de la calle con todo el mundo mirándome.»

I’m a lawyer, Rachel. We keep going until we get an answer we believe.

My point is, the life with him you feel like you lost out on, it’s perfect because it’s a fantasy and it’s a fantasy because it’s perfect.

Being single means getting used to your own company and not inventing excuses to keep people around you, None of which makes me feel any less bereft. The latest revelation: you have to relearn being your own again!

Pensaba que todo pasaría cuando tuviera que pasar. He cambiado de opinión. Si no haces nada, no ocurre nada. La vida es cuestión de decisiones. O las tomas, o alguien las toma por ti, pero no puedes evitarlas.

that special Manchester rain that manages to be both vertical and horizontal at the same time.

law that stated you didn't advertise any event you hadn't attended, any place you'd never been, or any band you didn't really listen to.

Present company excepted is such an elegantly insulting term, I think, given it clearly means present company especially. It's up there with with all due respect, meaning with no respect whatsoever.

La esperanza me ha abandonado. Ha sido como si se filtrara a través de mi cuerpo, se convirtiera en un charco a mis pies y se evaporara a través del techo de la biblioteca.

Es una combinación extraña; por un lado, el ilícito placer que me ha producido el volver a verlo —¡y él quiere repetir!—, y por otro, la desazón de comprobar que su vida va viento en popa y la mía no.

A veces pienso que me hace falta llevar un GPS para la vida amarrado al cinturón que me dé órdenes con voz autoritaria. «A la primera oportunidad, cambie de sentido.»