You couldn't have strength without weakness, you couldn't have light without dark, you couldn't have love without loss

If it is possible to die of grief then why on earth can't someone be healed by happiness?

If words had flavors, hers would be bitter almonds and coffee grounds.

anyone can understand anything. You just have to know how to present your information.

Life, it turns out, goes on. There is no cosmic rule that grants you immunity from the details just because you have come face-to-face with a catastrophe. The garbage can still overflow, the bills arrive in the mail, telemarketers, interrupt dinner.

I wondered how long it took for a baby to become yours, for familiarity to set in. Maybe as long as it took a new car to lose that scent, or a brand-new house to gather dust. Maybe that was the process more commonly described as bonding: the act of learning your child as well as you know yourself.

Love is not a because, it's a no matter what.