“There are many of them in the world, I think, good men and women with their frail deeds. Wondering what might have been, how things might have danced, if we had only dared to be bright.”
“I wonder if I will ever have the strength to hold onto something. Or if I will always be someone who destroys.”
“We could have been happy. I know that, and it is perhaps the hardest thing to know.”
“I have a sense that we have not yet arrived, that we are still reaching. For each other. For who we are meant to be.”
“I wonder if death will always taste this good”
“I wish I could have one without the other, but that's the problem with being alive. You don't usually get to choose the measure of suffering or the degree of joy you have.”