I can’t eat and I can’t sleep. I’m not doing well in terms of being a functional human, you know?
You know, a heart can be broken, but it keeps on beating, just the same.
I know so many last words. But I will never know hers.
So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I’m still trying to figure out how that could be.
That’s the thing about depression: A human being can survive almost anything, as long as she sees the end in sight. But depression is so insidious, and it compounds daily, that it’s impossible to ever see the end.
And on that evening when we grow older still we'll speak about these two young men as though they were two strangers we met on the train and whom we admire and want to help along. And we'll want to call it envy, because to call it regret would break our hearts.
There are wounds that never show on the body that are deeper and more hurtful than anything that bleeds.
We walked to meet each other up at the time of our love and then we have been irresistibly drifting in different directions, and there's no altering that.
I stood still, vision blurring, and in that moment, I heard my heart break. It was a small, clean sound, like the snapping of a flower’s stem.
You have some queer friends, Dorothy,' she said.'The queerness doesn't matter, so long as they're friends,' was the answer.
Friendship … is born at the moment when one man says to another ‘What! You too? I thought that no one but myself…’
Two a.m.' He swallowed, then said, 'You know. The person you can call at two a.m. and, no matter what, you can count on them. Even if they're asleep or it's cold or you need to be bailed out of jail ... they'll come for you. It's like, the highest level of friendship.'