I know what it is to become something you hate, I know how it hurts. But life is full of hurt. And your capacity for baring it is much greater than you believe."

pg 287

You took my silence as my weakness, but the truth is I am silence because I love you.

I could never hurt him enough to make his betrayal stop hurting. And it hurts, in every part of my body.

Hate is a terrible thing. It's a wasteful, stupid emotion. You can hate someone with all your heart, but it'll never do them a bit of harm. The only person it hurts is you. You can spend your days hating, letting it eat away at you, and the person you hate will go on living just the same. So, what's the point?

Trying to cope with depression anymore is like laying on a bed of rusty jagged nails, impossible.

I imagine one of the reasons people cling to their hates so stubbornly is because they sense, once hate is gone... they will be forced to deal with pain.