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"Loneliness and melancholy swirled inside me"

"A sickening sense of emptiness, like there was a cold pit inside me and I was at the bottom, looking up towards a distant skylight, shivering"

"Soon we would have nothing in common, nothing but a past"

"Something was coming to an end; something was breaking that could never be fixed again."

"I was having the recurrent insight that the adults around me were really still children, in grown-up bodies. They were not, as I had assumed, in possession of the answers about life, some kind of grand truth that everyone was gifted with on reaching a certain age: They were about as lost as I was, maybe more so."

"The feeeling of being there together was so good it was almost panful - I wanted things to stay exactly that way, that one moment forever, but everything was always slipping away, nothing was fixed."

"No matter how intense, unique, beautiful or interesting your experience, it will be wiped away so fully that there will be no evidence it ever existed at all"

"I looked around and felt like crying, not from being sad but because everything went by so quickly and I wanted it back"

"I was thinking how life went on and on and for weeks and months on end nothing ever seemed to change, and then suddenly people would amaze you"

"No more waiting. You go out and live life, eh? Remember: You live life or it lives you"

"I was afraid if I touched her something might break"

"All this drama, all this waiting and hoping and crying over things we'd been told, raised on, warned about, these monumental milestones that ended up lasting only minutes in our lives and were never, ever as wonderful or horrible as you thought they would be."

"Even when there was love involved, something always seemed to hurt"

"She would look like the best of us and grow up laughing. Her laugh would sound like silver bells when we lifted her in and out of the shallow waves at the shoreline."

'Ah, you kids,' he said. 'You think you invented it. All of it! Everything. You think you invented life.'

"Part of me was afraid I might be missing something, but I was always afraid of missing something. We all were."

"There were still times when it felt like I was watching a movie starring everyone I knew in the world, except me."

And then she'd smile wide and hold out her arms, and say, 'If I knew you were going to be this beautiful, I never would have let you go.'

Between any two beings there is a unique, uncrossable distance, an unenterable sanctuary. Sometimes is takes the shape of aloneness. Sometimes is takes the shape of love.

Life is precious, Jacob thought. It is the most important of all thoughts, and the most obvious, and the most dificult to remember to have