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Maybe all the strings inside him broke,” she said.  
Waiting hurts. Forgetting hurts. But not knowing which decision to take is the worst of suffering.  
Our true friends are those who are with us when the good things happen. They cheer us on and are pleased by our triumphs. False friends only appear at difficult times, with their sad, supportive faces, when, in fact, our suffering is serving to console them for their miserable lives.  
People never learn anything by being told, they have to findout for themselves  
Now that she had nothing to lose, she was free.  
Those awful things are survivable, because we are as indestructible as we believe ourselves to be.  
The point is that there are always answers, Pudge” (On finding out about her death)  
Because I will forget her, yes. That which came together will fall apart imperceptibly slowly, and I will forget, but she will forgive my forgetting, just as I forgive her for forgetting me and the colonel and everyone but herself and her mom in those last moments she spent as a person.  
Before I got here, I thought for a long time that the way out of the labyrinth was to pretend that it did not exist, to build a small, self-sufficient world in the back corner of the endless maze and to pretend that I was not lost, but home.  
We are all going,” McKinley said to his wife, and we sure are. There’s your labyrinth of suffering. We are all going. Find your way out of that maze.  
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