You can run but you can't hide... but I can try. I feel air catch in my lungs and I get a cramp in my side and this pain, this wonderful physical pain that I can place, reminds me that after all I am still alive.

You have to understand what you’re missing before you can really feel a loss.

People believed what they wanted to believe, no matter what was right in front of their eyes.

She thought of death like the seam of a hem: each time you lose someone close, it unraveled a little. You could still go along with your life, but you'd be forever tripping over something you previously took for granted.

Things that break - be they bones, hearts, or promises - can be put back together but will never really be whole.

There are legions of us, I realized. The mothers who have broken babies, and spend the rest of our lives wondering if we should have spared them. And the mothers who have let their broken babies go, who look at our children and see instead the faces of the ones they never met.

He rises over me, a second sun, and fills me with light and heat.