“Happiness is a strange thing. It is something I tend to recognize only after it has passed, when I realize I miss it.”

“It was the seventh of November, 1918. The war was finally over. Maybe it would be declared a holiday and named War's End Day or something equally hopeful and wrong. Wars would break out again. Viol...”

“The thing about hearts is that they always want to keep beating”

“This is what comes of having a heart, even a very small and young one. It causes no end of trouble, and thats the truth.”

“Some people walk into our lives to touch our hearts and others to touch our soul!”

“I'm tired of living unable to love anyone. I don't have a single friend - not one. And, worst of all, I can't even love myself. Why is that? Why can't I love myself? It's because I can't love anyon...”

“Thats love: Two lonely persons keep each other safe and touch each other and talk to each other.”

“Sometimes I get real lonely sleeping with you.”