When you care more if someone else lives than you do about yourself- is that what [love is]?

After all, once you know that part of something exists, it stands to reason that the rest of it is somewhere out there, too.

Was there a language of loss? Did everyone who suffered speak a different dialect?

Sometimes, mothers say and do things that seem like they don't want their kids... but when you look more closely, you realize that they're doing those kids a favor. They're just trying to give them a better life.

Would you give up your vengeance against someone you hate if it meant saving someone you love? Would you want your dreams to come true if it meant granting your enemy's dying wish?

Maybe you had to leave in order to really miss a place; maybe you had to travel to figure out how beloved your starting point was.

Sometimes knowing what's right isn't a rational decision, or even what works on paper. Sometimes leaving is the best course of action after all.