"I wouldn’t exactly describe her as strictly beautiful. She knocked me out, though…I mean when she was talking and she got excited about something, her mouth sort of went in about fifty directions, her lips and all. That killed me. And she never really closed it all the way, her mouth. It was always just a little bit open, especially when she got in her golf stance, or when she was reading a book. She was always reading, and she read very good books. She read a lot of poetry and all. She was the only one…"

"She was like a star. Small but brilliant. 
Content to live out her days as she was designed to: shining in her appointed position in the night sky. 
But oh, if someone would just notice her beauty!
To that single person, she would shimmer all the more. but as they say, beautiful things don’t ask for attention."

"It’s so difficult to describe depression to someone who’s never been there, because it’s not sadness. I know sadness. Sadness is to cry and to feel. But it’s that cold absence of feeling— that really hollowed-out feeling."

"Words do not express thoughts very well. They always become a little different immediately after they are expressed, a little distorted, a little foolish."

"How beautiful to find a heart that loves you, without asking you for anything, but to be okay."

"Love means holding on to someone just as hard as you can because if you don’t, one blink and they might disappear…forever."

"We spoke endlessly about everything and nothing. Now, I cannot even remember the sound of your voice."