People grew lazy. They knew too many blessings, and so lost the ability to appreciate what they had

Most people can’t stomach silence; it provides too much opportunity to think about things they prefer to avoid.

Sometimes broken things heal crooked. The pieces didn’t fit anymore.

Sometimes the past needed to stay buried; it was the only way you could move on. And sometimes you had to dig it up, because that too was the only way.

But the world moves on, even when you don’t want it to, even when change feels like the end of everything. It never stops. That’s harsh and magical and somewhat comforting because nothing is immutable, however much we want it to be. Moments cannot be caught like fossils in amber, ever- perfect,ever-beautiful. They go dark and raw, full of shadows, leaving you with the memories. And the world moves on.

His reply offers infinite solace in a single word. Always.

He'd said the sun could burn me. It certainly looked angry enough, all orange and glowing mad.