Believe me, when you die, it's everybody else's but your problem

Life is everything, and you haven't lived it properly until you believe.

Elizabeth’s hands flew to her mouth; tears filled her eyes with happiness as she realized he was fulfilling yet another of her and her mother’s intended activities. “Why are you fulfilling all of my mother’s dreams?” she asked, studying his face and searching for answers. “So you don’t run away like she did in search of them,” he replied, taking her hand. “Come on, join in!” he said, leaping around.

Sometimes you have to give yourself to somebody in order to see who you are. Sometimes you have to unravel things to get to the core

The first day of the rest of my life, and I’m not sure I want to be here. I know I should be thanking somebody for this, but I really don’t feel like it. Instead, I wish they hadn’t bothered.

Don't mind all those people who say that you should be back to normal in a month or two. Grieving is all part of helping yourself anyway.

If invisible people eat invisible food does invisible wind blow invisible trees?