"The worst part of holding the memories is not the pain. It’s the loneliness of it. "
"You will walk differently alone, dear, through a thicker atmosphere, forcing your way through the shadows of chairs, through the dripping smoke of the funnels. You will feel your own reflection sliding along the eyes of those who look at you. You are no longer insulated; but I suppose you must touch life in order to spring from it. "
And that person who meant the world to you can suddenly become a stranger just the same. Life.