Jamie: You don’t know the first thing about being someone’s friend.
Landon: I don’t want to just be your friend.
Jamie: You don’t know what you want.
Landon: Neither do you. Maybe you’re just too scared that someone might actually want to be with you.
Jamie: And why would that scare me?
Landon: Because then you wouldn’t be able to hide behind your books, or your frickin’ telescope, or your faith. No, no, you know the real reason why you’re scared? It’s cause you wanna be with me too.
Jamie: I’m sick.
Landon: I’ll take you home. You’ll be be…
Jamie: No. Landon! I’m sick. I have Leukemia.
Landon: No. You’re 18. You – you’re perfect.
Jamie: No. I found out two years ago and I’ve stopped responding to treatments.
Landon: So why didn’t you tell me?
Jamie: The doctor said I should go on and live life normally as best I could. I – I didn’t want anybody to be weird around me.
Landon: Including me?
Jamie: Especially you! Ya know, I was getting along with everything fine. I accepted it, and then you happened! I do not need a reason to be angry with God.
Jamie: It’s like the wind. I can’t see it, but I feel it.
Clay Gephardt: You know what? I actually thought I wanted to be your friend. And now I have no idea why. No idea.
Landon: I made that jump once. Thought I was a bad ass. I remember actually saying that I meant to belly-flop.
Clay Gephardt: Did it hurt?
Landon: Like hell.
Clay Gephardt: Good.
Landon: I might kiss you.
Jamie: I might be bad at it.
Landon: That’s not possible.
Jamie: Please don’t pretend like you know me, ok?
Landon: But I do, I do. We’ve had all the same classes in the same school since kindergarten. Why you’re Jamie Sullivan. You sit at lunch table 7. Which isn’t exactly the reject table, but is definitely in self exile territory. You have exactly one sweater. You like to look at your feet when you walk. Oh, oh, and yeah, for fun, you like to tutor on weekends and hang out with the cool kids from “Stars and Planets.” Now how does that sound?
Jamie: Thoroughly predictable, nothing I haven’t heard before.
Landon: You don’t care what people think about you?
Mr. Carter: Landon, don’t walk away.
Landon: You taught me how.
Landon: I’m sorry she never got her miracle.
Reverend Sullivan: She did. It was you.