Sometimes I think my whole life has been about holding on to you.

Often, when the last page is turned, it will haunt you.

And the very act of living is a tide; at first it seems to make no difference at all, and then one day you look down and see how much pain has eroded

I would tell them that when you look at a person, you never know what the're hiding.

And if your parents have you for a reason, then that reason better exist. Because once it's gone, so are you.

If you choose to be looking for something, you'd better be ready for whatever it is you are find. Because it may not be what you've been expecting.

It's like picking up an unfamiliar piece of sheet music & starting to stumble through it, only to realize it is a melody you'd once learned by heart, one you can play without even trying.