How could I choose someone who would force me to give up my own small reach for meaning? I chose myself, and without consolation.

Still everyone, including the abbot, had said that he was running away from his grief. They'd had no idea what they were talking about. He'd cradled his grief, almost to the point of loving it. For so long he refused to give it up, because leaving it behind was like leaving her.

All my life I've thought I needed someone to complete me, now I know I need to belong to myself.

How could I choose someone who would force me to give up my own small reach for meaning? I chose myself, and without consolation.

Sunset is the saddest light there is.

I'm tired of carrying around the weight of the world. I'm just going to lay it down now. It's my time to die, and it's your time to live. Don't mess it up.

Loss takes up inside of everything sooner or later and eats right through it.