"The World Is Not A Wish-Granting Factory."

She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn’t supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.

Sometimes, you read a book and it fills you with this weird evangelical zeal, and you become convinced that the shattered world will never be put back together unless and until all living humans read the book.

My meaning simply is, that whatever I have tried to do in life, I have tried with all my heart to do well; that whatever I have devoted myself to, I have devoted myself to completely; that in great aims and in small, I have always been thoroughly in earnest.

I am one of the few honest people that I have ever known.

“That I didn’t just feel depressed - instead, it was like the depression was the core of me, of every part of me, from my mind to my bones?”

I’m in love with you, and I’m not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things. I’m in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we’re all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we’ll ever have, and I am in love with you.

Remember that everyone you meet is afraid of something, loves something and has lost something.

We did a few things worth remembering, and I wish for someone to remember them.

When things break, it’s not the actual breaking that prevents them from getting back together again. it’s because a little piece gets lost - the two remaining ends couldn’t fit together even if they wanted to. the whole shape has changed