In times of grief, you're waiting for something to happen, but the thing you're waiting for has already taken place.

I would give anything, anything, to be the man to whom this has not happened. I can not accommodate myself to it. In a lifetime of trying, I can not accommodate myself to it.

And now I will have to be that person forever.

Their love for me was both a myth and a torture and so I wrecked everything. I hurt them, and I left them hurting.

It is the tenderness that breaks our hearts. The loveliness that leaves us stranded on the shore, watching the boats sail away. It is the sweetness that makes us want to reach out and touch the soft skin of another person. And it is the grace that comes to us, undeserving though we may be.

If you don't receive love from the ones who are meant to love you, you will never stop looking for it.

There is a loveliness to life that does not fade. Even in the terrors of the night, there is a tendency toward grace that does not fail us.