She was forced to consider the startling fact that the love of her life might not actually be someone with whom she could spend a lifetime.

Life can change in an instant; don't be so worried about the future that you forget to celebrate what you have right now.

Life was what happened when all the what-ifs didn't.

I’d much rather pretend I’m somewhere else, and any time I open the pages of a book, that happens.

parenting isn't a noun but a verb--an ongoing process instead of an accomplishment. And that no matter how many years you put into the job, the learning curve is, well, fairly flat.

let me tell you what happens when you cook down the syrup of loss over the open fire of sorrow: it solidfies into something wlaw. not grief, like you'd expect, or even regret. no, it gets thick as paste, black as ash; yet it isn't until you dip a finger in and feel that sharp taste dissolving on your tounge that you realize this is angel in its purest form, unrefined; a substance to be weighed and measyred and spread.

After a certain point, a heart with so many stress fractures can never be anything but broken.