It's only a sure defeat when you stop trying.

Perhaps that was the point; life, if you did it right, meant learning and changing. If you didn't, you died- or stopped growing - which amounted to more or less the same thing. So I would slide in and out of different roles until I discovered the one that fit me best. -Deuce, (183)

You don’t need to be afraid of falling // when there’s someone around to catch you.

Don’t let them see you weak.

. . . and I don’t expect him to suborn his life into mine any more than I would change my dreams for him. We’re not one soul, one being, however much we love each other.

There are quiet ways to die where the body just doesn’t notice that the heart is gone.

Brown bird welcomes white wave. Wander no more, dear traveler.