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

But choosing to lovingly care for her was like steering a plane into a mountain as gently as possible. The crash is imminent; it's how you spend your time on the way down that counts.

He'd do what he always did, find the sweet among the bitter.

I try not to live in the past...but...sometimes the past lives in me

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

As an author, I get paid to break my own heart on a regular basis.

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.