Here's the thing about luck...you don't know if it's good or bad until you have some perspective.

I think we are bound to, and by, nature. We may want to deny this connection and try to believe we control the external world, but every time there's a snowstorm or drought, we know our fate is tied to the world around us

I saw the end of his life right there in that single moment. His pride, his decency, his secrets, his death.

No one knows you like a person with whom you've shared a childhood. No one will ever understand you in quite the same way.

Feel lucky for what you have when you have it. Isn't that the point? Happily ever after doesn't mean happy forever. The ever after, what precisely was that? Your dreams, your life, your death, your everything. Was it the blank space that went on without us? The forever after we were gone?

Just because something is unspoken doesn't mean that it disappears.

Unrequited love is so boring. Weeping under a blue-black sky is for suckers or maniacs.