God, I am freaking out. Maybe he doesn’t know. Maybe I just look guilty of something and he’s picking up on that.

The main thing I wanted to say, and thankfully it’s what most people say they get out of the book, is simply an acknowledgement that we do affect each other in ways we can’t predict.

How many times had I let myself connect with someone only to have it thrown back in my face?

It may seem that every time someone offers you a hand up, they just let go and you slip further down.

and i walked for hours the mist growing thick and whole the thought of disappaering like that, so simply, made me so happy

Maybe if I forgot things once in a while, we'd all be a little bit happier.

But sometimes there’s nothing left to do but move on.