It's tempting to imagine how we could hurt someone close, because it reminds us how fiercely we love them.
You were unsure which pain is worse -- the shock of what happened or the ache for what never will.
For lonely people, rain is a chance to be touched.
Every moment is the paradox of now or never.
There are some lies that, under the right circumstances, are the only truth
In the end I didn't know who I was crying for, but it was something my body wanted to do, as though trying to digest grief.