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“He had been loved once, and that had been enough. But what he hadn’t realized then was that love was not enough. Love was a prize for the deserving, not something you could ever take for granted.”
“He had been given a second chance at life, and he would try to be worthy of it.”
“The only trick of friendship, I think, is to find people who are better than you are—not smarter, not cooler, but kinder, and more generous, and more forgiving—and then to appreciate them for what they can teach you.”
“He saw the darkness in this boy, which was yet so intertwined with sweetness that it made his heart twist.”
“But what was happiness but an extravagance, an impossible state to maintain, partly because it was so difficult to articulate?”
“None of them really wanted to listen to someone else’s story anyway; they only wanted to tell their own.”
“What he knew, he knew from books, and books lied, they made things prettier.”
“Wasn’t friendship its own miracle, the finding of another person who made the entire lonely world seem somehow less lonely?”