But there were times when you felt miserable and you wanted to feel better, and other times when you felt miserable and you figured you would just keep on feeling miserable.
How could you cleanse yourself if you couldn’t forget?
I allowed myself to suffer how jarringly destructive the present feels and how fragile the past.
She wanted him to notice her so much.
There are going to be moments of deep, deep doubts, and you have to have faith that your initial idea was good and just muddle through.
You forget your victories, but you remember the losses.
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.