Her silence was worth more to her than a thousand words.In that silence,she had peace and clarity.Except during the night,when her own jumbled thoughts would keep her awake.

I wake up in the morning and I feel like I’m missing something. I know that there’s something not right, and it takes me a while to remember what it is . . . then I remember. My best friend is gone. My only friend. It was silly of me to rely so much on one person.

In truth, we're all just pottering, filling the time that we have here, only we like to make ourselves feel bigger by compiling lists of importance.

Life... It's a great and terrible and short and endless thing. None of us come out of it alive.

...all people needed was time and then they could figure most things out of themselves.

One must not speak of such things. One is still scarred from that experience.

We haven't lost everything, if we haven't lost our hope.