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“Because there’s no such thing as life without heartbreak,”
“And just as well. Otherwise none of it would matter.”
It was one of those moments when you feel unbelievably lucky to have been placed on the planet at the same time as the people in your life.
“Being something for someone else is a perfectly good waste of a life, isn’t it?
dark things must be loved secretly, in the space between the soul and the shadows.
(Funny, isn’t it, how we can’t stand the behavior of other people in love yet turn around and act the same way when we’re smitten?)
I didn’t understand how
hurtful it could be to say yes just because you weren’t sure how to say no.
(Not that this was fair in any way; I know that. But we so rarely hear the truth because it is unfair, and even so ugly that we can barely admit it to ourselves, let alone another person.)
I started something that seemed good, and—I just couldn’t finish it.”
“You do what you can with whatever you get,”
“Doomed? No, I think they’re two humans. Love is hard.”
When something comes to you so easily, it may leave that same way, and you’ll be left wondering if it ever was at all.
(as I write this, I find myself thinking that maybe that ruptured thing was hope).
‘If you don’t remember what’s not yours, life will remind you right quick.’”
But a bad childhood beats a rotten adulthood.
“One tiny stroke of kindness after another, I guess.”
Wisnewski and I were lazy in that way people who know they’ll always be friends can be.
save for a few letters, the difference between love and loss was so slight it was almost impossible to perceive.
“You think there’s no cost for giving your heart to someone who can’t really take it?
“The wonder of life is that almost anything can happen.”
“Life breaks everyone.”
“Though I guess you don’t ever really stop loving someone, do you?”
Hope—that temporary balm, that ephemeral elixir—after
not when comfort counted for so much.
Once you love someone all the way, you love them forever. That’s just how it goes.”
We
hung a lock on the Pont des Arts, even though the bridge was crumbling beneath the weight of so much love.
