“Once upon a time, loss of love, rejection, weakness and loss of territory all meant death. Now it just feels that way.”

“The way you’re feeling right now makes you appreciate all the good times you have. All the pain of change and loss… those make you realize how much you love the things you have.”

“But my point, you see is that death is misunderstood. The loss of one's life is not the greatest loss. It is no loss at all. To others, perhaps, but not to oneself.”

“Because I feel no anger toward my mother. Only loss, and loss is a feeling you can’t fight your way out of as easily.”

“Whoever said it got easier with time was wrong, death never got easier. The pain dulls around your heart, numbing the spot the deceased inhabited in your chest-- but it was never easier. Loss was still loss-- a physical pain, a hurt that reaches deep inside you and smothers your soul, forever indenting their memory. No, death was still death, loss was still loss, and pain was still pain. Time didn't change that.”

“Rejection, though--it could make the loss of someone you weren't even that crazy about feel gut wrenching and world ending.”