You can't hate someone until you know what it might be like to love them.
The scariest thing in the world is thinking someone you love is going to die.
What you had could never make up for what you'd lost.
How could you not want to draw breath one more day? How could your own life be such a cheap commodity? But then I started to understand: when your existence is hell, death must be heaven.
A real friend isn't capable of feeling sorry for you.
There are millions of people in the world, and the spirits will see that most of them you never have to meet. But there are one or two you are tied to, and the spirits will cross you back and forth, threading so many knots until they catch and you finally get it right.