We devolve into animals when we creep near to death.

It was a sad loss, this illusion of importance, a humbling blow.

My only wish is that we leave room for hope. There is good and bad in all things. We find what we expect to find. We see what we expect to see. I have learned that if I tilt my head just right and squint, the world outside is beautiful. The future is bright. There are good things to come.

some things are better off back in the past. Where they belong.

When there’s only God to blame, we forgive him. When it’s our fellow man, we destroy him.

"What we control," Juliette said, "is our actions once fate puts us there."

It turned out that some crooked things looked even worse when straightened. Some tangled knots only made sense once unraveled.