He’d pushed her. He’d scared her. He’d besieged her. He’d vowed he wouldn’t, and he did.
Bridget cried for the leavers and the left. For the people, like herself, grimly forsaking what precious gifts they would ever get.
They were here all at once, but not together. Survival took self-absorption, and it made them strangers with nothing to do and no way to relate. Emergencies gave you a shape and a plot to take part in, while death was no story at all. It left you nothing.
For the first time she saw that the nurse’s name was Tabitha.
He had to fight. That’s all he had. Not memories, not experiences, not skills. He had a will. And his will was to fight until he couldn’t fight anymore.
When your about to criticize someone walk a mile in thier shoes, that way when you criticize them you’re a mile away from them and you have their shoes.
They needed to grieve alone was what Tibby’s dad said. Lena wondered if really there was any choice in that. Everyone grieved alone.
I love her. I need her. I gave away everything I had for her. I just wanted her to know me.
He tricked himself into thinking that she would look into his eyes and remember, that love would conquer all.
She cared about him too much, and he was a dangerous person to love. He wouldn’t love her back.
I want to go where you’re going. I’m not scared of dying. I want to stay together and come back together. You said that souls cohere. I want to stay with you.
It took the real thing to show you the size of your delusions.
He didn’t seem to realize that three excuses was as good as no excuse.
Bridget’s anger evaporated and the sadness came back. The anger was easier. She owned and contolled it, whereas the sadness owned her.
He’s had a lot of chances to care, and he hasn’t.
It was probably good you couldn’t flip the love switch because sometimes it was what you needed even if you didn’t want it.
You don’t have time, Len. That is the most bitter and the most beautiful pieve of advice I can offer. If you don’t have what you want now, you don’t have what you want. -pg276.
Their friendship was only one aspect of their lives but it seemed to give meaning to all the others.
Do you have any idea how much I’ve loved you?
I killed her once and died for her many times.