Sacrifice, that's what we do for the people we love.

Something given, something taken away. Does it always have to work like that?

I realize now that dying is easy. Living is hard.

There’s a piece of lead where my heart should beat Doctor said too dangerous to take out You’d better just leave it be Body grew back around it, a miracle, praise be Now, if only I could get through airport security “bullet

Sometimes you can only feel something by its absence. By the empty spaces it leaves behind.

I can’t imagine what it would be like to have had her company in my head—the comfort that would’ve brought.

Fake it till you make it actually worked.