There are all sorts of losses people suffer - from the small to the large. You can lose your keys, your glasses, your virginity. You can lose your head, you can lose your heart, you can lose your mind. You can relinquish your home to move into assisted living, or have a child move overseas, or see a spouse vanish into dementia. Loss is more than just death, and grief is the gray shape-shifter of emotion.

They don't like the thought of someone else making demands on the person whom they see as belonging entirely to them.

love doesn't follow the rules... nothing is worth having so much as something unattainable.

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

No one gets to start where they left off; it just doesn't work that way.

The night is falling down around us. Meteors rain like fireworks, quick rips in the seam of the dark... Every second, another streak of silver glows: parentheses, exclamation points, commas - a whole grammar made of light, for words too hard to speak.

I had the heart of the relationship, and no body to grow it in... It broke.