When there is suffering, we look for a reason. That reason is easiest found within oneself.

Who would dream that one can love without being crushed under the weight of it?

He could hear trhe voices, the whispers, the sighs, of these souls who were unable to let go of their burdens. ... Pi understood this need to hold on. To let let go of his pain. It had become such a part of him. Who would he be without it? The thought frightened him. So he wandered the halls of the catacombs like the other souls who were half-dead and half-alive.

Memories were like sunshine. They warmed you up and left a pleasant glow, but you couldn't hold them.

Sometimes it's best not to see your whole path laid out before you. Let life surprise you...There are more stars out there than just the ones with names. And they're all beautiful.

When there is suffering, we look for a reason. That reason is easiest found within oneself.

There are no coincidences. Just miracles by the boatload.