You're a hypocrite! | Isn't everyone that's trying to change?

Make the sacrifice.

You get two weeks of trauma-bond and then after that you have to actually figure out if you like each other.

A rekindling of the ancient is set to bring a new dawn. If only you'd live to see it.

I have never been good at building anything but fire. I'm sorry that these bridges keep burning down.

My mother told me when I reach the end of my rope, I need to tie a knot in it and hold on.

Nothing ventured, nothing gained.

At these heights, I transcend — become whole again.

Space, like your heart, is full of darkness and chaos but wonder and magnificence. That is humanity. That is the cosmos.

The simplest truths of life are often the most inconvenient. Enough rest, food, and good company changes you.

I didn't expect to be the sheathe for your knife.

Can you get drunk on a memory?

I'm afraid your influence needs to be removed. Permanently.

Will you love me when I'm dead?

Have you nothing to say for yourself? | Do you think it would matter?

I cannot take away your pain; I can stay here with you.

You tried to stab me. | Yes, well, you're squirmier than I remember.

...actually, my life isn't over. I'll keep trying.

I can tell all your brutality is improvised. You're trying to fight against something that won a long time ago.

Did I change or did you recognize you never knew me?

Your anger drives you.

For whom does the next bell toll?

You tried to be a father to me, but you just reminded me of why I want to be alone.

Grovel before me. | And what, smell your stench? I'd rather you kill me here and now.

The road only stops when you stop or turn away.

Is this your grave? Is this your final stand?

Blood runs from red to black.

I will always be with you. | I know. I can't have that anymore.

I carved our love into a tree, never thinking we'd be buried in its roots.

Do you fight for yourself or for those around you?

I will forge the path to a greater tomorrow.

I am worth the mess I make.

Will you stay by my side? | Forever.

When the skies turn red, we like to pretend a hero is going to save us.

Can you forgive me for what I remained?

Unless you're planting the seed of the fruit you ate earlier in the day!

All that destructive power, and for what?

I look at you and I see a field of corpses extending beyond the horizon.

We are not "born to die". Does a book begin just to finish? Does a song open with a beautiful chord just to end? Yes, we are born with the inevitable fate of death, but that is merely the final act of the play. We are born to love, to be joyous, to act, to feel. We are in fact, born to live.

You impotent fool.

If you do not act, who will?

I became what would have saved me back then.

I crawled out of hell. Do you think you can stop me?

You may open a door you cannot close again.

See that evil, speak that evil, be that evil bold

...actually, my life isn't over. I'll keep trying.

The suffering did not humble me. I humbled myself.

Where their mothers planted their silence, their angry daughters sit to uproot it.

After all this time, I thought someone else would be at my side at the end.

If the time ever comes that you need me to retrace your steps, I know what I'll tell you. I'll talk about how I love you and loved you. In your presence, in your absence, again and again. How every speck of sand on this beach isn't enough to measure how much our time together matters.