... if you're someone who knows the worst thing can happen at any time, aren't you also someone who knows the best thing can happen at any time too?

Our tongues have fallen madly in love and gotten married and moved to Paris.

My sister will die over and over again for the rest of my life. Grief is forever. It doesn't go away; it becomes a part of you, step for step, breath for breath. I will never stop grieving Bailey because I will never stop loving her. That's just how it is. Grief and love are conjoined, you don't get one without the other. All I can do is love her, and love the world, emulate her by living with daring and spirit and joy.

Someone might as well roll up the whole sky, pack it away for good.

I heard this expression once: Each time someone dies, a library burns. I'm watching it burn right to the ground.

I don't know how the heart withstands it.

I didn't know love felt like this, like turning into brightness.