The worst lies in life are the ones we tell ourselves.
I love when I teach my son a good lesson. But I love it even more when he teaches me.
It's the worst part of seeing old friends: when your rose-colored memories become undone by reality.
She wasn't tracking down her father to learn more about him. She was tracking him down to learn more about herself.
Life is filled with trapdoors.
The point is, as death gets closer - what's so wrong with wanting someone you love to live forever?