It was hard to feel the right emotions at the right times. They didn’t come at all when you set a place for them, and they sacked when you weren’t ready, when you were just innocently flossing your teeth, for example, or eating a bowl of cereal.

He 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.

She had to have faith not just in trying but in failing. Was she strong enough to fail Was she strong enough not to

Can you make yourself love? Can you make yourself loved? -Lena Kaligaris

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.

Today is the tomorrow we worried about yesterday.

People sometimes talk about the power of first impressions, and believe me, there is truth to it.