If you only read the books that everyone else is reading, you can only think what everyone else is thinking.
Nobody likes being alone that much. I don't go out of my way to make friends, that's all. It just leads to disappointment.
I don't go out of my way to make friends, that's all.
Don't feel sorry for yourself. Only arseholes do that.
But who can say what's best? That's why you need to grab whatever chance you have of happiness where you find it, and not worry about other people too much. My experience tells me that we get no more than two or three such chances in a life time, and if we let them go, we regret it for the rest of our lives.
Death is not the opposite of life, but a part of it.
I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to get my fill of it -- to be fed so much love I couldn't take any more. Just once.
What happens when people open their hearts?"... "They get better.
Death is not the opposite of life, but the opposite of choice.
Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart.
I have a million things to talk to you about. All I want in this world is you. I want to see you and talk. I want the two of us to begin everything from the beginning.
I probably still haven’t completely adapted to the world. I don’t know, I feel like this isn’t the real world. The people, the scene: they just don’t seem real to me.
Whatever it is you're seeking won't come in the form you're expecting.
And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.
I want you always to remember me. Will you remember that I existed, and that I stood next to you here like this?
Unfortunately, the clock is ticking, the hours are going by. The past increases, the future recedes. Possibilities decreasing, regrets mounting.
Silence, I discover, is something you can actually hear.
Despite your best efforts, people are going to be hurt when it's time for them to be hurt.
Letters are just pieces of paper," I said. "Burn them, and what stays in your heart will stay; keep them, and what vanishes will vanish.
Only the dead stay seventeen forever.
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