The times you don't make it are the ones children remember, not the times you do.

You learned that if you're tired enough, you can sleep sitting up. That the unendurable is perfectly endurable if you just take it a minute at a time, and when the alternative is no more minutes ever.

Death itself is too big to take in, she already sees that; the loss comes at you instead in an infinite number of small installments that can never be paid off.

Oh, where is the Fairy Godmother of explanations when you need her?

In death, we are not defined by what we did or who we were but by what we meant to others. How well we loved and were loved in return.

Anyone suffering Downton Abbey withdrawal symptoms will find an instant tonic.

Can't is for pussies.