But what doesn’t die is the love we give to others. There is no end to that.

You're making yourself too important. Guilt comes from feeling we're at the center of the universe. We're not.

They were all brilliant. They wrote books and painted pictures, and if they ever stopped talking, which I was sure they would never do, they planned to change the world.

I thought I understood what was best. I knew too little and believed too soon.

It is hard to give up what you know for what you don’t know.

But will you not have a house to care for? Meals to cook? Children whining for this or that? Will you have time for the work?" "I'll make time," I promised. "The house will not always be so clean, the cooking may be a little hasty, and the whining children will sit on my lap and I'll sing to them while I work.

People long to go backward in their imagination as well as forward. We don't wish simply to exist forever in some future; we wish to have existed in some distant past.