That's the only thing someone who definitely wants to live and someone who definitely wants to die have in common: if you're going to jump off something, you need to be pretty damn sure of the height.

Something inside a man goes to pieces when he has to bury the only person who ever understood him. There is no time to heal that sort of wound.

First the heart stops, then it races. First comes the shock of not understanding what's happening, then comes the shock of realizing precisely what's happening. The survival instinct and fear of dying start to fight, making space for some surprisingly irrational thoughts in between.

Noahnoah, promise me something, one very last thing: once your good-bye is perfect, you have to leave me and not look back. Live your life. It's an awful thing to miss someone who's still here.

We can busy ourselves with living or with dying, Ove. We have to move on. And that's how it was.

There’s only one person being buried, but she was many more women than that for those left behind.

Ed è difficile vivere senza chi se n'è andato. E' molto, molto difficile essere quello che deve rimanere a vivere senza chi se n'è andato.