Young Allie: Now say you’re a bird too.
Young Noah: If you’re a bird, I’m a bird.
You don’t look at daddy the same way I look at Noah. You don’t laugh, you don’t touch, you don’t know a thing about love.
Young Allie: Most of the time I have all these thoughts bouncing around in my head, but with a brush in my hand, the world just gets kinda quiet.
Young Noah: You don’t know me, but I know me.
Young Noah: My Dearest Allie. I couldn’t sleep last night because I know that it’s over between us. I’m not bitter any more, because I know that what we had was real. And if in some distant place in the future we see each other in our new lives, I’ll smile at you with joy and remember how we spent the summer beneath the trees, learning from each other and growing in love. The best love is the kind that awakens the soul and makes us reach for more, that plants a fire in our hearts and brings peace to our minds, and that’s what you’ve given me. That’s what I hope to give to you forever. I love you. I’ll be seeing you – Noah.
Noah: I am nothing special; just a common man with common thoughts, and I’ve led a common life. There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten. But in one respect I have succeeded as gloriously as anyone who’s ever lived: I’ve loved another with all my heart and soul; and to me, this has always been enough.
Duke: That’s my sweetheart in there. Wherever she is, that’s where my home is.
Duke: How’s it hangin’ Harry?
Harry: I keep trying to die, but they won’t let me.
Duke: Well, you can’t have everything.
Allie: They fell in love, didn’t they?
Duke: Yes, they did.
Young Noah: It’s not about keeping your promises, and it’s not about following your heart. It’s about security.
Allie: Do you think our love, can take us away together?
Duke: I think our love can do anything we want it to.
Allie: I love you.
Duke: I love you, Allie.
Allie: Good night.
Duke: Good night. I’ll be seeing you.
Young Noah: I had to be next to you. I was being drawn to you.
(Noah lies down in an empty street)
Young Allie: You’re gonna get run over.
Young Noah: By all the cars?
Young Noah: Just relax, just trust. You need to learn how to trust.
Young Allie: You’re a terrible singer.
Young Noah: I know.
Young Allie: But I like this song.
Young Allie: Why didn’t you write me? Why? It wasn’t over for me, I waited for you for seven years. But now it’s too late.
Young Noah: I wrote you 365 letters. I wrote you everyday for a year.
Young Allie: You wrote me?
Young Noah: Yes… it wasn’t over, it still isn’t over.
Young Allie: What happens if a car comes?
Young Noah: We die.
Frank Calhoun: Stammered, stuttered… what’s the difference. You couldn’t understand a damn thing he said.