This is it! Now is the time to choose! Die and be free of pain or live and fight your sorrow! Now is the time to shape your stories! Your fate is in your hands!

And it will be hard, but that's not all it'll be. We don't love this world without reason.

You have come and made my dreams smaller, narrower. I dream, now, of a normal life with you.

I'm a great cool, I feel a good—but you make me angry!

don't feed me to the vultures—I am a vulture who feeds on pain

I wish—that I felt that way. I wish that it felt like everything had been leading to something. That everything in my life was worth it.

Our love is a meteor impact, a super volcano erupting. We won't survive but we won't die bored.

If I really wanted blood, I wouldn't have gone through the trouble of making reservations.

a long time ago—actually never—and also now—nothing is nowhere. when? never. makes sense, right? like i said, it didn't happen. nothing was never anywhere. that's why it's been everywhere.

I know everybody lies, but I still hope she won't lie to me. I think I'd rather lie to myself than be lonely.

And I know we won't fight alone And the spark that we carry will turn the dark into A flame, a fire, a light

Unless you have proof that the other person loves you first, you don't want to love them back. ...Right?

I'd like to understand you; I'd like to become a being like you and love you.

Write it down. Write it all down. Perhaps you'll be rid of it.

As adults, we try to develop the character traits that would have rescued our parents.

a sort of gradual unmaking, each piece of her neatly separated from the rest. her fingers fell away, her wrists, elbows, and shoulders, each vertebrae of her spine breaking free to settle like links of a heavy chain on the floor.

Until the writer is assured that the reader will have a go at the riddle if they propose it, they don't want to write their story. The same goes for the readers. Until they are assured that they will be able to solve the riddle if they try, they don't want to read the story.

Oh, I've got it all sewn up. I can save you. If it takes the last drop of your blood, I'll drive your demons away. I'll kick them in the bollocks and spit on them when they're down, and then I'll be gone back into the darkness.

I think I lost my halo. I don't know where you are. You'll have to come and find me, find me...

and those two, by loving us, would have screwed everything up.

I've never done well with gifts or flattery. Protecting you is easy. But to be a good husband...

All the hardest, coldest people you meet were once as soft as water. And that's the tragedy of living.

Do you really not recognize your own rage? And why should you have to HIDE it? Why do YOU have to be the "beacon of hope" when everyone else just gets to EXIST?

Missing someone is like hearing a name sung quietly from somewhere behind you. Even after you know no one is there, you keep looking back.

Can you save my heavy, dirty soul?

"If that's true, then can you do me a favor?" "Name the favor." "Please ask Her not to take you away."

Idiot. You and I are one flesh, right? No matter where we go, we're always together.

I can tell you now, Saria. How much I looked up to you. How much I wanted to walk by your side.

That's the problem with gods; their pleasure and their wrath often look the same.

Perhaps her sin was so extreme that it could not be forgiven; perhaps her pride was so great that she did not need forgiveness. She had fallen from that high estate which God had intended for men and women, and she made her fall glorious because it was so complete.

People are born with sin and live life to obtain forgiveness from someone. Or perhaps they are born with riddles and live life searching for someone to solve them.

I made her live ten thousand years in pain, because I was selfish and she let me.

Don't let me be gone.

Brittle you were, yes, but so lovely.

As adults, we try to develop the character traits that would have rescued our parents.

—I cannot bear this world a moment longer. —Then, child, make another.

Guiding light sometimes burns.

It looks as though my path...will end here... ...I wanted...to walk with you.

I finally feel the universe expand. It's hidden in heartbeats, exhales, and in the hope of open hands.

I prayed to the pitch-black despair for tens of thousands of years, and the only thing I heard in return was the reverberations of destruction.

I need you to pull me out of this decline. I realize how hard on you this must seem, but trust me when I say its far, far worse for me.

I have no regrets. But I sometimes wonder if things might have been different...

Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why.

If we make it through the night, if we live to see the dawn, then we'll search beneath the ashes for the will to carry on

I hold it all more loosely, and yet somehow much more dearly

I'll make time for you.

Hurting is part of caring.

Without knowing the ins and outs of your situation, I can't say whether you should stay or not. But now that our paths have crossed, we'll always have a connection. So if you're ever feeling down, come find me on my ship. There'll be a drink waiting for ya.

I want to know exactly what the stars we're looking at are. I want to know what's outside the barrier encasing us. I want to know...if we really manage to walk among the stars, and look back from over there...what kind of land we've actually been living on.

Anywhere can be paradise as long as you have the will to live.