Just because you didn't put a name to something did not mean it wasn't there.

Listen,” she said. “I may not be what you want right now, but I’m all you’ve got.

Who I am, and what I am capable of doing has always managed to surprise me.

I think this is every mother's worst nightmare - something dreadful happening to her child.

Envy, after all, comes from wanting something that isn't yours. But grief comes from losing something you've already had.

When you're pregnant, you can think of nothing but having your own body to yourself again; yet after giving birth you realize that the biggest part of you is now somehow external, subject to all sorts of dangers and disappearance, so you spend the rest of your life trying to figure out how to keep her close enough for comfort. That's the strange thing about being a mother: Until you have a baby, you don't even realize how much you were missing one.

We all want to know what went wrong, even when there isn't really an answer to that question.