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Every night I drown and every morning I wake up struggling to breathe.

If you never try to see [someone] for who they are, then you don't love them enough.

Gravity pulls harder on troubles than on anything else.

The living used to wonder what happened after death. She said that whole religions were born and evolved around this one simple uncertainty.

As if she is lost in that picture, lost in the blur of water and sky and I am the only thing holding her firm.

Trauma always has a way of accelerating relationships, creating intimacy where none existed before.

In the beginning, it said, we did not understand the extent of it. I

I can feel the possibility between us.

Darkness grew where it would and took what it wanted. It staked its claim and never let go. And no one else could pry you free of it.

Would you leave your world for me?" he asks.
"I might." she tells him. She wonders how the world ever fell apart with this much love in it.

I've let the day-to-day existence of life blind me to dreams.

I much prefer the colors dancing in my mind.

I want to raise my hand to his cheek. I want to tell him it's okay. That it's pretty here in my head and it doesn't hurt.

In the moment between my mother's death and her Return, I stop believing in God.

What if I don't know what I want?" I ask her, voicing the fear that rages through me. "What if I never know? What if I'm wrong?

How did he change? What was he like before?" ...
"He was happy before.

My mother use to tell me about the ocean.

Life is never that simple. And the fact that it's not that simple to you means only one thing: You're still alive.

You're stubborn- anyone ever tell you that before?

wonder how it is that we are never truly prepared for death. How

She must face the forest of her mother's past in order to save herself and the one she loves.

Would you ever give up the ocean for me?

how it can be that I have lost everything in my life but this journey. This hope that there is an end.

Broken things can be made whole again. Perhaps not as they were before, but maybe stronger this time.

I know in my life there have been breaches, but I also know that I am very good at blocking out the memories that serve me no purpose.

That's the thing about silences and futures; someone always comes along to fill them in. If you let them.

Is that all we have left? Is that all we are? Lights on a map that are slowly dying, hanging on for nothing?

It's one thing to know a truth in your head but another to understand it in your heart.

When you know love ... that's what makes life worth it.

But of course everything presses forward, even as we dig our feet against the reality of it all.

She swears you can make it stop by forgiving and moving forward. I'm moving forward, but I'll never forgive.

As I stare at the blank page, I am at once awash inwords but unable to find the ones I want to use.

We're the winners because we get to live. Because we get to survive. Despite the pain of this life, we get to feel.

Oh for the love of mincemeat!

I wonder what right we have to believe our childhood dreams will come true.

What matters is what we do with the life we have.

Sometiems it's those things you can't touch that you need to hold onto most.

It's not always about tomorrow and the day after that - what we achieve over the years and how we leave the world. Sometimes it's about today.

Life is life. You choose to live it or you do not.

Afraid of the tangle of words twisting around my own tongue, I swallow and place my hand against the thick wood of the Barrier.

I let the sobs overtake me then. This was not the way I imagined my life.

There is a world out there, out beyond us. And now we are part of this world. It is terrifying and wonderful

I realized that life isn't something to be scared of. That you don't have to hold on so tightly that you can't breathe.

That's what I've started to learn about this world. It might give, but it always takes away.

How we all make mistakes. And how sometimes those mistakes make our life richer.

Survivors aren't always the strongest; sometimes they're the smartest, but more often simply the luckiest.

The bodies. Oh God, the bodies. And the blood and the screams and the smell of it all, like overripe peaches stuffed with pennies.

You stay safe, You love. You survive. You laugh and cry and struggle and sometimes you fail and sometimes you succeed. You Push.

It's as if there is infinity between our lips and we will never actually touch. Like math, where dividing by half can last for eternity.

-you can think you know someone and then they say something or do something and suddenly everything changes.

If anything, revenge is the absence of emotion. It's pure, calculated thought stripped bare of entangling emotions. It's cold, deliberate action.

Rage is a powerful emotion, strong enough not just to burn away pain but also to sear back the whispering tendrils of fear.

If your friend really cared about you he wouldn't let you take such risks.

I am nothing except this: a girl reborn of the deep ocean silence, meant for nothing but vengeance.

Step outside what's comfortable and safe.

We will always survive. There is always hope.

Sometimes it's those things you can't touch that you need to hold on to the most.

Here, in the bustling stalls of the market, he's anonymous. And it's obvious how much he prefers it this way.

That's one of the benefits of being an orphan: instant sympathy.

Habits die hard and absence doesn't stop my fingers from searching.

I will always need you," I whisper. "All of this time I've waited for you. And you were never coming for me. Why did you let me wait for you?

The more we lose, the more we become the survivors.

She prays to God, but He's silent. She searches for guidance, but the forest only moans.

Ironically, by struggling so hard to circumvent the prophecy of his death at the hand of his son, Laius became instrumental in its coming to pass.

Because if you're basically a moron at something, it's better to be a private moron than a public one.

He stares at the two girls. Two broken bodies that moments before had been whole.
He did this. He helped to break the world.

I think about how fragile we are here - like fish in a glass bowl with darkness pressing in on every side.

I stomp through the water in a tight circle, kicking against the salt spray, wanting to pull the world apart piece by piece.

When you only look at the sky," she whispered, "it's like nothing's changed.

The broken ones need someone to fight for them even harder.

I feel as though I'm a storm inside and the waves of it can be seen in my eyes.

Rollo the Walker. Who are you?"
"Dak," he answered. It seemed like Rollo expected more. "Uh, Dak the, er ... Cheese Eater?

We're set in motion and then we spend our lives maintaining that motion, but to what end? For what purpose?

I need him with an urgency that I cannot escape.

We're both just human. Nothing more. But also nothing less.

[F]inding the end of the path [is] not quite as important as the journey to getting there.

Sometimes it's the mistakes that turn out to be the
best parts of life,