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“The heart dies a slow death, shedding each hope like leaves until one day there are none. No hopes. Nothing remains.”
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“This is why dreams can be such dangerous things: they smolder on like a fire does, and sometimes they consume us completely.”
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“He was like a song I'd heard once in fragments but had been singing in my mind ever since.”
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“Grief is a most peculiar thing; we’re so helpless in the face of it. It’s like a window that will simply open of its own accord. The room grows cold, and we can do nothing but shiver. But it opens a little less each time, and a little less; and one day we wonder what has become of it.”
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“I don't know when we'll see each other again or what the world will be like when we do. We may both have seen many horrible things. But I will think of you every time I need to be reminded that there is beauty and goodness in the world.”
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