Grief was like a newborn, and the first three months were hard as hell, but by six months you'd recognized defeat, shifted your life around, and made room for it.
Ann BrasharesHe had to fight. That's all he had. Not memories, not experiences, not skills. He had a will. And his will was to fight until he couldn't fight anymore.
Ann BrasharesAll the things she planned to feel, the way she planned to look and seem, the appropriate things she planned to say. None of them came to pass.
Ann Brashares