That was the thing about secrets-you had to carry them with you forever, no matter what the cost.

We aren't born for ourselves alone. You have to take care of other people.

That was the thing about secrets-you had to carry them with you forever, no matter what the cost.

You couldn't expect anyone else to share your suffering. You had to carry your pain alone.

That was the worst part about losing someone-finding a place to store all the thoughts and feelings you'd otherwise share with them.

You need to let yourself be happy. Or else, what's the point of anything?