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If I’d been someone else in a different world I’d've done something different, but I was myself and the world was the world, so I was silent.
It made me start to wonder if there were other people so lonely so close. I thought about “Eleanor Rigby.” It’s true, where do they all come from? And where do they all belong?
Why do beautiful songs make you sad?' 'Because they aren't true.' 'Never?' 'Nothing is beautiful and true.
Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I'm not living.
Highs and lows make you feel that things matter, but they're nothing." "So what's something?" "Being reliable is something. Being good.
She extended a hand that I didn't know how to take, so I broke its fingers with my silence.
But I knew the truth and that's why I was so sad. Every moment before this one depends on this one. Everything in the history of the world can be proven wrong in one moment.
I realized that your mother couldn't see the emptiness, she couldn't see anything...All of the words I'd written to her over all of those years, had I never said anything to hear at all?
Every moment before this one depends on this one.
All that mattered was him looking at me
...people with nothing to declare carry the most.
The mistakes I've made are dead to me. But I can't take back the things I never did.
I regret that it takes a life to learn how to live.
There are more places you haven't heard of then you're heard of!' I loved that
Does it break my heart, of course, every moment of every day, into more pieces than my heart was made of...
Why didn't I learn to treat everything like it was the last time. My greatest regret was how much I believed in the future.
Parents are always more knowledgeable than their children, and children are always smarter than their parents.
Then I have some bad news for you, because humans are going to destroy each other as soon as it becomes easy enough to, which will be very soon.
Being reliable is something. Being good.
He promised us that everything would be okay. I was a child, but I knew that everything would not be okay. That did not make my father a liar. It made him my father.
Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I’m not living.
Thomas! What are you doing!" and I gestured, "I thought this was Nothing, " covering myself with one of my daybooks, and she said, "It's Something!
Highs and lows make you feel that things matter, but they're nothing.
I want an infinitely blank book and the rest of time.
There are worse things, worse than being like us. Look, at least we're alive.
A few weeks after the worst day, I started writing lots of letters. I don't know why, but it was one of the only things that made my boots lighter.
I wanted to cry but I didn't, I probably should have cried, I should have drowned us there in the room ending our suffering.
We spent our lives making livings.
I spent my life learning to feel less. Every day I felt less. Is that growing old? Or is it something worse?
Feathers filled the small room. Our laughter kept the feathers in the air. I thought about birds. Could they fly if there wasn't someone, somewhere, laughing?
Nine out of ten significant people have to do with money or war!
Because sometimes people who seem goodend up being not as good as you might have hoped.
There's nothing wrong with not understanding yourself.
...only someone who'd never been an animal would put up a sign saying not to feed them....
Anyone who believes that a second is faster than a decade did not live life.
There were things I wanted to tell him. But I knew they would hurt him. So I buried them, and let them hurt me.
She said, "Do you have more things that you need, or more that you don't need?" I said, "It depends on what it means to need.
Sometimes my hand starts to burn and I am convinced we are writing the same word at the same moment.
Sometimes people who seem good end up being not as good as you might have hoped, you know?
So many people enter and leave your life! Hundreds of thousands of people! You have to keep the door open so they can come in! But it also means you have to let them go!
What's so horrible about being dead forever, and not feeling anything, and not even dreaming? What's so great about feeling and dreaming?
It's better to lose something than never to have had
She let out a laugh, and then she put her hand over her mouth, like she was angry at herself for forgetting her sadness.
In my dream, people apologized for things that were about to happen, and lit candles by inhaling.
Songs are as sad as the listener.
As we drove, I imagined we were standing still and the world was coming toward us.
He promised us that everything would be OK. I was a child, but I knew that everything would not be OK. That did not make my father a liar. It made him my father.
I said, 'I need to know how he died.'He flipped back and pointed at, 'Why?'So I can stop inventing how he died. I'm always inventing.
And how can you say I love you to someone you love? I rolled onto my side and fell asleep next to her. Here is the point of everything I have been trying to tell you, Oskar. It's always necessary.
My dream went all the way back to the beginning. The rain rose into the clouds, and the animals descended the ramp.