The casualities seemed to go on and on. Just when I thought I was done losing her, I would find yet another way to love her all over again.

A life isn't measured in hours and minutes. It's the quality, not the length.

It's a weakness to apologize before hearing what the other person's grievances are. You don't want to end up creating new grievances where there were none to begin with. Another Daddy-ism, if you hadn't already guessed.

It's sad when you think about it, but also kind of beautiful.

There's a strange sort of quiet when you're dying. It's as if you're in a glass room, and the walls keep getting thicker and thicker.

Ask two people to tell you anything, you’ll get two versions. Even easy things like directions, let alone important or semi-controversial topics like why a fight started or what a person was generally like. If you don’t know something for yourself, you just can’t be sure.

It was such a sweet, sad song with such sweet, sad lyrics. Old-fashioned a little, but also timeless.