How many times would I throw this away before I realized it was what I had been looking for all along?
He knew that there was a difference between something that makes you happy and something that doesn’t make you unhappy. The trick was convincing yourself these were one and the same.
That's the paradox of loss: How can something that's gone weigh us down so much?
Seeing her sitting there unresponsive makes me realize that silence has a sound.
The music we listen to may not define who we are. But it’s a damn good start.
I think that ordinary people who are placed in extraordinary circumstances find themselves pushed beyond their limits, and learn new truths about themselves.