You just have to let people love you in the way they can

So far, she’d been her usual lame self: solitary and routine-loving, carefully avoiding any path that might lead to spontaneous human interaction. Lena Kaligaris

There were certain qualities you possessed carelessly. And you couldn't retrieve them when they were gone. The very act of caring made them impossible to regain.

She got tired of herself. She got tired of not being able to say what she wanted or do what she wanted or even want what she wanted.

There were those emotions down there, and though she couldn't quite feel them, they were strong and she feared them. It was like watching a thunderhead from high up in a plane, and though you weren't under it, you knew how it would feel if you were. You knew you'd have to land eventually.

She used to cry roughly three times a year. Now she seemed to cry three times before breakfast. Could that be considered progress?

Sometimes he felt sure that the key to happiness was a poor memory.