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101 " Everyone’s different, Wallace. There’s no one way to go about this, no uniform rules in place that can be applied to every single person like you who comes through my doors. That wouldn’t make sense because you’re not like everyone else, just as they’re not you. "
― T.J. Klune , Under the Whispering Door
102 " I know it might be hard to understand, but not everything is about you, Wallace. You have your own story. She has hers. "
103 " A river only moves in one direction. "
104 " Doubt, then, doubt creeping up on him, sliding over his shoulders and weighing him down, fingers like claws digging in. "
105 " Wallace groaned. “I hate everything.” “I don’t believe that for a minute. You may think you do, but you don’t. Not really.” “Well, I hate that. "
106 " He closed his eyes and wished he could go back in time when everything made sense. It hurt more than he expected. "
107 " we worry about the little things all the time, we run the risk of missing the bigger things. "
108 " he opened his mouth to shout, only to have dog tongue brush against his own. “Ack! No! Why! Why.” “Apollo,” Hugo said mildly. Apollo immediately stepped back, sitting once again beside Hugo, looking down at Wallace as if he were the asshole in this situation. "
109 " How was your trip, dear? God a little lost, did you?""Yeah," Mei said. "The world is bigger than I remember, especially going on my own.""It usually is," Hugo said. "That's the beauty of it. But you're home now, so don't you worry." (47) "
110 " Does 't it get to you? All this death, all the time."Hugo shook his dead. "I don't think of it that way, though I get what you're trying to say. I think..." he paused as if choosing his words carefully. "Death isn't always something to be feared. IT's not the be-all and end-all."Wallace remembered what Mei had told him. "An ending. Leading to a new beginning.""That's right," Hugo said. "You're learning. It can be beautiful, if you let it, through I can see why you wouldn't think so. "
111 " Denial. Anger. Bargaining. Depression. Acceptance. "
112 " death worth it. Thank you for helping me live.” And then Wallace Price let "
113 " go of the table. Unmoored, untethered, he rose. "
114 " They remind me how small we really are in the face of everything. "
115 " The world could be beautiful—and it showed on the walls of the tea shop with the pyramids and castles and waterfalls that seemed to drop from the greatest heights—but it was also brutal and dark. "
116 " This is far more entertaining. I’m so glad you came here. You certainly know how to liven this place up.” He grinned. “Get it? Liven? It’s funny because you’re not alive. Oh, wordplay. How I adore you. "
117 " It needs time to steep, you see. Good tea is patience. It's not about instant gratification, not like the bags with the little string. Those can be fleeting, here and gone again before you know it. Tea like this makes you appreciate the effort you put into it. The more it steeps, the stronger the taste. "
118 " Wallace whispered, “It’s easy to let yourself spiral and fall.” “It is,” Nelson agreed. “But it’s what you do to pull yourself out of it that matters most. "