I feel infinite.
Life is a series of moments, let them go.
We accept the love we think we deserve.
If you are interested in stories with happy endings, you would be better off reading some other book.
This is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time.
Of course it's happening inside your head, Harry, but why are earth should that mean that it is not real?
All that was left was love and wonder.
Dust, glitter, rain.
You see things. You keep quiet about them. And you understand.
To the well educated mind, death is but the next great adventure.
I am both happy and sad at the same time, and I'm still trying to figure out how that could be.
Whatever our struggles and triumphs, however we may suffer them, all too soon they bleed into a wash, just like watery ink on paper.
Haunt me if you like. I don't mind.
Would you like a few moments to compose an epitaph?
In the meantime, she would just live.
It’s hard to be the one who stays.
All happy families are alike; each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.
After all, tomorrow is another day.
There was some open space between what he knew and what he tried to believe, but nothing could be done about it, and if you can't fix it, you've got to stand it.
I just waited a bit, then turned back to the car, to drive off to wherever it was I was supposed to be.
But now I must sleep.
I wish you all a long and happy life.
Light falls through the window, falls onto me, into me. Moments. All gathering towards this one.