I'd like to say that this time I'd kill myself too..but I've never had that kind of courage.

Someone once told me that when you give birth to a daughter, you've just met the person whose hand you'll be holding the day you die.

I know what it's like when the things you believe make you feel like you're on the outside looking in.

You get through it, you just never get over it

Life was what happened when all the what-if’s didn’t, when what you dreamed or hoped or – in this case – feared might come to pass passed by instead.

What she couldn't put into word was what had happened in between to change her from one person into the other

Heroes didn't leap tall buildings or stop bullets with an outstretched hand; they didn't wear boots and capes. They bled, and they bruised, and their superpowers were as simple as listening, or loving. Heroes were ordinary people who knew that even if their own lives were impossibly knotted, they could untangle someone else's. And maybe that one act could lead someone to rescue you right back.