We aren't born for ourselves alone. You have to take care of other people..

You need to let yourself be happy. Or else, what's the point of anything?.

That was the thing about secrets-you had to carry them with you forever, no matter what the cost..

That was the worst part about losing someone-finding a place to store all the thoughts and feelings you'd otherwise share with them..

You couldn't expect anyone else to share your suffering. You had to carry your pain alone..