It’s like you’re screaming and no one can hear. You almost feel ashamed that someone could be that important, that without them you feel like nothing. No one will ever understand how much it hurts. You feel hopeless, like nothing can save you. And when it’s over and it’s gone, you almost wish you could have all the bad stuff back, so you can have the good.

Tienes miedo de vivir y tienes miedo de morir, que forma de existir. 

Joel: - Tu dijiste "entonces vete" con tanto desdén, tu sabes.
Clementine: - Ojalá te hubieras quedado.
Joel: - Ojalá me hubiera quedado, de verdad. 

El odio y el rencor solo hacen daño a quien lo siente.