Every minute you spend with someone gives them a part of your life and takes part of theirs.

I have tried to be righteous all my life. Yet I have never been content.

We could have been happy. I know that, and it is perhaps the hardest thing to know.

So much of life is in the smallness of moments...but they are harder to mark. So we need the grander celebrations and occasions. People like to feel significant.

Everyone has something of beauty about them. But loving let's you look, and look, and look again. You notice the back of a hand, the turn of a head, the way of a walk. When you first love, you look blind and you see it all as the glorious, beloved whole, or a beautiful sum of beautiful parts. But when you see the one you love as pieces, as why's, you can love those parts too, and it's a love at once more complicated and more complete.

Theres nothing like reading about a world that feels dead to throw your own beautiful, colorful life into sharp relief.

Remembering is part of thinking, but not all of it.