“I remembered reading somewhere that if you smile at something, it automatically makes you happier.”

“Because sometimes silence speaks much louder than words possibly could.”

“It was pretty cool to have someone around here who didn't like the same things as everybody else.”

“Some memories were harder to forget than others. Especially the painful ones.”

“Silence fell between us. This was a common occurrence whenever were alone. When youre comfortable with someone, you dont need to always fill the void with noise. I liked it when we would just be.”

“This entire time I've been thinking about where my home was. At first it was California, then Wisconsin. But in truth, home isn't necessarily where you sleep at night. It's where you feel like your...”

“here she is, all mine, trying her best to give me all she can. How could I ever hurt her? But I didnt understand then. That I could hurt somebody so badly she would never recover. That a person can...”

“Any happiness, no matter how brief, seemed better than the long, simmering torture of waking up day after day, knowing I could never have him.”

“Everyone always wants to know how you can tell when it's true love, and the answer is this: when the pain doesn't fade and the scars don't heal, and it's too damned late.”

“Don't worry about hurting me, if that's what you're afraid of. I want to get hurt. At least Ill feel something for a change.”

“Pain becomes proud because it believes no one else understands.”

“How much pain a person detains may be proportionate to the pain they spare others when they'd rather hurt than hurt another.”

“Though there had yet to be a victor in this great war that had begun almost three years ago, Maurice had written to her that they had, all of them, on all sides, lost their freedom. Freedom to thin...”

“Then I thought, boy, isn't that just typical? You wait and wait and wait for something, and then when it happens, you feel sad.”

“I'm living under water. Everything seems slow and far away. I know there's a world up there, a sunlit quick world where time runs like dry sand through an hourglass, but down here, where I am, air ...”