house md season 6

why do you think people would treat you worse if they knew the truth (about who you are)?

why do you value your failures more than your successes?

you apologize, and you move on.

you get a guy to jump off a building, then you say two words... hardly seems fair.

is that the issue?

you caused him pain.
if the world is just, you have to suffer equally?

You're not God, house.

you're just another screwed-up human being who needs to move on.
apologize to him. let yourself feel better.
then you can learn to let yourself... keep feeling better.

/ / /

you think he's going to talk? why?

because things pass.

things change. that doesn't mean they get better. you gotta make things better. you can't just keep talking and hope for the best.

i can save him.

you're fine. there's nothing wrong with you. all the parts work. now speak!

/ / /

everything ends. life ends.
all i know is i was happy five minutes ago and now i'm not. how is that better?

/ / /

just do the treatment or shut up.

greg, there's a process.

yes, there's a process. wouldn't want to disrupt the process with results.

/ / /
permission as absolution

at some point you screwed up and lost everything, and now i'm the closest thing you have to a friend.

just shut up. i dont need you here to play this game

/ / /

i'm sorry i pushed you away. it's what i do when i'm afraid.

we're all pathetic. it's what makes life interesting

/ / /
you gotta think before you act, in order to progress
if you don't make connections then your whole life is a mess

i was trying to prove a point. i was trying to be right. and i ended up putting you in a dangerous situation and i was not equipped to handle it. you got hurt, and it's my fault, and i'm sorry.

med time!
i'm gonna try the pink ones today. and you?


i dont want you to go.
i dont want to go. but i can't break up my family and i can't leave my children.

i just dont want things to change.
i'm sorry that i didnt come to say goodbye. i thought it ended kind of perfect

she left. and i'm lost.

two things happened: you got hurt, which means you connected to someone else, strongly enough to miss them. and more important, you recognized the pain and came to talk to me, instead of hiding from it in the vicodin bottle.