“You cannot conceive how I ache to be with you: how I would die for one hour…”

“What peaceful hours I once enjoyed!
How sweet their memory still!
But they have left an aching void
The world can never fill.”

“You cannot die of grief, though it feels as if you can. A heart does not actually break, though sometimes your chest aches as if it is breaking. Grief dims with time. It is the way of things. There comes a day when you smile again, and you feel like a traitor. How dare I feel happy. How dare I be glad in a world where my father is no more. And then you cry fresh tears, because you do not miss him as much as you once did, and giving up your grief is another kind of death.”

“I know what it's like to want to die. How it hurts to smile. How you try to fit in but you can't. How you hurt yourself on the outside to try to kill the thing on the inside.”

“Tell me, Doctor, are you afraid of death?"
"I guess it depends on how you die.”

“I always read. You know how sharks have to keep swimming or they die? I’m like that. If I stop reading, I die.”

“When you learn how to die, you learn how to live.”

“I didn't think I should die but I did not know how I would Live.”

“You die how you live.”

“You don't know how to live until you learn how to die.”