I discovered something amid the pain and terror and confusion. I discovered that the answer to what I am, to who I am, isn’t something to be answered in a single word or a single moment. It could take a lifetime to figure out who I am

Indeed, there was no meaning in comparing the importance of different miseries. However, that also didn't mean that 'misery' didn't exist.

Why do you always choose the option that’s bad for you? Why do you try to bear everything by yourself? Do you think I can't take the burden?

That’s when I realized that the only people you can really help are the ones that you can reach…so I can help everyone in this range. Although, there are some cases it might not reach… and if that’s my desire, I’m sure I can handle an armful.

A dark knight accepts that he cannot save everyone─that sometimes, he is fortunate just to save himself.

Don't worry we will both find out Just not together

I believe ghosts are like dogs and they just sort of do things arbitrarily

I…I’ve talked with them a little. Got to know them a little. Felt them a little… Felt my world grow. Just a tiny, tiny bit. It’s different now. They’re not just some strangers. I can’t shut them out like that.

I missed them. I really missed them. I wanted to say this. The pure white sand sparkled and I knew I had to run away, but I couldn't move my feet.

Even if there are lots of tragedies in the world, a sad thing is still sad, dumbass!

Bon voyage, Chief.

I was curious about what my life meant through the eyes of another. That's all.

I had something I could do, too

I'd like to rest, Chief. Lend me a helping hand?

You can’t stay in your corner of the Forest waiting for others to come to you. You have to go to them sometimes.

There have been so many examples of our mutual understanding that I have lost count.

I'm not any of the hundreds of names that everyone wants to give me. I'm my own person!

Nothing irrevocable had yet been spoken, but there was only the barest margin of safety left them; each of them moving delicately along the outskirts of an open question, and, once spoken, such a question — as 'Do you love me?'— could never be answered or forgotten

From the rising of the sun to the setting to its rising again, we replace what is hard to endure with what is sweet to remember, and find peace.

Even if it was the same story, the impression one got after reading it would be different from person to person. One might despair after seeing the story he had failed to achieve, while another might feel consoled having seen a sorrow that resembled hers.