What matters in life is not what happens to you but what you remember and how you remember it.

Her laugh was sad and taciturn, seemingly detached from any feeling of the moment, like something she kept in the cupboard and took out only when she had to, using it with no feeling of ownership, as if the infrequency of her smiles had made her forget the normal way to use them.

He was healthier than the rest of us, but when you listened with the stethoscope you could hear the tears bubbling inside his heart.

This was when I heard that the first symptom of old age is when you begin to resemble your father.

In the beginning, when the world was new and nothing had a name, my father took me to see the ice.

I would not have traded the delights of my suffering for anything in the world.

He who awaits much can expect little.