I feel ashamed now that I tried to take my life. It is such a precious thing. I had no one to talk me out of my despair and that was a mistake. You need to keep people close. You need to give them access to your heart.

Parents rarely let go of their children, so children let go of them. They move on. They move away.

Sometimes when you sacrifice something precious, you're not really losing it. You're just passing it on to someone else.

With Marguerite, he wanted only time—more and more time—and he was granted it, nighttimes and daytimes and nighttimes again.

Holding anger is a poison. It eats you from the inside. We think that hating is a weapon that attacks the person who harmed us. But hatred is a curved blade. And the harm we do, we do to ourselves. Forgive, Edward. Forgive...no one is born with anger. And when we die, the soul is freed of it. But now, here, in order to move on, you must understand why you felt what you did, and why you no longer need to feel it.' She touched his hand. 'You need to forgive your father.' ~pgs 141-142

I think we hear a lot of talk about college, and we don't hear about early education.

He almost told her everything right then, that very moment. But you grab a moment, or you let it pass. He let it pass.