the words people do not speak are louder than the ones they do.

If you could pack for heaven, this was how you'd do it, touching everything, taking nothing.

You're not a wave, you're a part of the ocean.

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

It’s funny. I met a man once who did a lot of mountain climbing. I asked him which was harder, ascending or descending? He said without a doubt descending, because ascending you were so focused on reaching the top, you avoided mistakes. The backside of a mountain is a fight against human nature,” he said. “You have to care as much about yourself on the way down as you did on the way up.

Why are we embarassed by silence? What comfort do we find in all the noise?

At that moment i felt lonelier than i'd ever felt before, and that loneliness seemed to squat in my lungs and crush all but my most minimal breathing. There was nothing left to say. Not about this. Not about anything.