You could only save someone that wanted to be saved; otherwise, you'd be be dragged down for the count, too.

The nurses, I have already learned, are the ones who give us the answers we’re desperate for. Unlike the doctors, who fidget like they need to be somewhere else, the nurses patiently answer us as if we are the first set of parents to ever have this kind of meeting with them, instead of the thousandth.

My grandmother told me that her father used to ask her a riddle: What must you break apart in order to bring a family close together? Bread, of course.

The bigger the hole inside you, the more desperate you became to fill it.

Love is not an equation, it is not a contract, and it is not a happy ending. Love is the slate under the chalk, the ground that buildings rise, and the oxygen in the air. It is the place you come back to, no matter where your headed

When heaven breaks, who fixes it?

Scars are just a treasure map for pain you've buried too deep to remember.