I wonder if the conversations you've never had with someone count, if you've been over them a thousand times in your mind.

There's a lot of things you can't see if you aren't' looking.

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.

Is it a crime when you love someone so much that you can't stand the thought of them changing? Is it a crime when you love someone so much that you can't see clearly?

I imagine having that sixth sense, the certainty that what I'm looking for is within reach, even if it's still hidden.

But once you throw a stone, there are ripples in the pond, even if you remove the rock.

The doctors may be mapping out the war games, but it is the nurses who make the conflict bearable.