“I don’t think I can do this,” she cried.
“You can,” he told her. “I know you can. And even if you fall, you don’t have to worry. I’ll be here to catch you.”

The wounds will heal. The scars will fade. But the memory will last forever...

I whisper your name as I blow out each candle. I picture your face as I search for a star. I imagine your voice on 11:11. But my wish just hasn't come true so far...

I lost my faith and came to believe in myself. Then I lost myself and came to believe in you. Now we are both utterly alone. Only I have the courage to remain.

Her hand fumbled for his in the dark, and when she found it, she held it tight and whispered, "Don't leave me..."

It's time for me to forget the past and focus on the future, focus on you...

Losing things in life is inevitable, but that's alright as long as you don't throw anything away. Because thing's you've lost can mysteriously reappear, but things you've thrown away will never mysteriously come back.

Her: Why do people have to die?

Him: To make life important.

-Six Feet Under-

I heard it better when I couldn't hear it at all...

A cut for every memory,
A cut for all the tears.
A cut for every bit of pain you've caused throughout the years.

A knife to make the blood flow.
A bandaid's sure to hide,
The pretty scars upon the wrist
Of another suicide.