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“and I held him, like love, in my arms.”
― Markus Zusak, Bridge of Clay

“There is no more wretched prison than the fear of hurting a person who loves you.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, Rilke on Love

“She was right, you know, Abbey Hanley—she said beautiful—can’t you see it?” Up close she was light but visceral, she could keep you alive with her pleading; the pain in her good-green eyes. “Can’t you see I’ll never leave you, Clay? Can’t you see I’ll never leave?” Clay looked like he might fall then. Carey wrapped him tightly. She just held him and hugged him and whispered to him, and he felt all her bones within her. She smiled and cried and smiled. She said, “Go to The Surrounds. Go on Saturday night.” She kissed him on the neck there, and pressed the words all down. “I’ll never leave you, ever—” and that’s how I like to remember them:”
― Markus Zusak, Bridge of Clay

“There was guilt for enjoying anything. Especially the joy of forgetting.”
― Markus Zusak, Bridge of Clay