Okay, I guess you can come in." "Um, Hannah, you have to, you know, open the front door so I can actually come in." "I thought you were going to - you're standing under my window. Aren't you supposed to climb up here or something?" "My ladder's at home. Also, you call throwing rocks at your window clichéd?

I heard how people sounded when their dreams were shattered, when their lives were turned into a waking nightmare.

Talking about someone who makes you happy actually makes you happy.

Anger can try to break your heart, but sorrow is what will. What can. What does.

Things... well, things suck sometimes. And sometimes you can fix it. And sometimes you can't. It's just the way it is.

She looked at me for real and saw I was serious. She saw I knew she was for me like you know that tomorrow morning the sun will rise.

I see what grief does, how it strips you bare, shows you all the things you don't want to know. That loss doesn't end, that there isn't a moment where you are done, when you can neatly put it away and move on.