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Every night her thoughts weighed heavily on her soul, but every morning she would get up to fight another day. Every night she survived.

“I am a wound walking out of hospital. I am a wound that they are letting go.”

“The worst thing in the world can happen, but the next day the sun will come up. And you will eat your toast. And you will drink your tea.”

“I believed in soulmates once, just once.”

“People think that the world itself is overflowing with beauty, but they forget that they are its cause.”

“Our hearts have the capacity to feel the crushing weight of the ocean or to soar above mountains. Yet we convince ourselves that we’re ordinary.”

“The things that go unsaid are often the things that eat at you–whether because you didn’t get to have your say, or because the other person never got to hear you and really wanted to.”

“There is no right or wrong way to grieve. Bawl until your eyes are red or laugh like a madman in the rain. Gorge yourself on fatty foods or take some time away. Whatever it takes to help you cope with the loss, heal the wound, and lead you back to a lighter and less volatile space.”

“You never even told me why.”

“…and then I will swallow the words again wishing for the thousandth time that you could read minds”

“Terror made me cruel.”

Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they seem almost to be born that way. They bruise easier, tire faster, cry quicker, remember longer and, as I say, get sadder younger than anyone else in the world. I know, for I’m one of them.

None of us really changes over time. We only become more fully what we are.