Memories were fine but you couldn't touch them, smell them or hold them. They were never exactly as the moment was, and they faded with time.

All families have their secrets, most people would never know them, but they know there are spaces, gaps where the answers should be, where someone should have sat, where someone used to be. A name that is never uttered, or uttered just once and never again. We all have our secrets.

at your weakest, you end up showing more strength; at your lowest, you are suddenly lifted higher than you’ve ever been. They all border one another, these opposites and show how quickly we can be altered.

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

Life... It's a great and terrible and short and endless thing. None of us come out of it alive.

Time cannot be packaged and ribboned and left under trees for christmas morning.Time can't be given.But it can be shared

We have a long way to go to being the perfect couple, we certainly don’t live the fairy tale marriage, he doesn’t shower me with rose petals and fly me to Paris on weekends but when I get my hair cut, he notices. When I dress up to go out at night, he compliments me. When I cry, he wipes my tears. When I feel lonely, he makes me feel loved. And who needs Paris, when you can get a hug?