Some things just can't be put back together. Some things can never be fixed. Two broken pieces can't make a lot of anything anymore. But at least he had the broken pieces.

After a lifetime of nods, frowns and stoic smiles, they were both fluent in emotional shorthand.

The hardest choices in life aren't between what's right and what's wrong but between what's right and what's best.

It reminded him that time was short, but that beautiful endings could still be found at the end of cold, dreary days.

There are people in our lives whom we love, and lose, and unfailingly long for. They orbit our hearts like Halley’s Comet, crossing into our universe only once, or if we are lucky, twice in a lifetime.

I think I get it now. It doesn't matter how nice home is--it just matters that it feels like home.

A young nurse, someone new whom he didn't recognise, came up to Henry and patted him on the arm. "Are you a friend or a family member?" She whispered the question in his ear, trying not to disturb Sheldon. The question hung there like a beautiful chord, ringing in the air. Henry was Chinese, Sheldon obviously wasn't. They looked nothing alike. Nothing at all. "I'm distant family," Henry said.