My limited experience of such things told me that you get closest to the truth by not giving it advance warning that you're coming after it.

Death is real. Death changes things. Everything else is filler, merely a message from our sponsor.

It's simply the way things are when people come together out of hurt rather than happiness. When you try to use people as band-aids you merely reinfect the wound, and every moment you spend with them is like a speck of glass working itself deeper into your flesh.

Everything you've done, everything you've seen, everything you've become, remains. You never can go back, only forward, and if you don't bring the whole of yourself with you, you'll never see the sun again.

First time you hear something, it sounds outlandish and broken and like it doesn't make sense. But once it's been in your head awhile it's as if the other thoughts in there wriggle out of the way to give it some room.

You have to accept gifts occasionally, because there are some things you can’t give yourself

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