Add love, and all the lines between right and wrong were bound to disappear.

If I have gained anything over these months, it is the knowledge there is no starting over- only living with the mistakes you've made.

Whether or not belive in Fate comes down to one thing: who you blame when something goes wrong. Do you think it's your fault - that if you'd tried better, worked harder, it wouldn't have happened? Or do you just chalk it up to circumstance? I know poeple who'll hear about the people who died, and will say that it was God's will. I know people who'll say it was bad luck. And then there's my personal favorite: They were just in the wrong place at hte wrong time. Then again, you could say the same thing about me, couldn't you?

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

You can touch everything and be connected to nothing.

For someone who can’t remember very much, there seems to be a lot I can’t forget.

There is a fine line between seeing something that's lost as missing, and seeing it as something that might be found.