May be you had to come close to losing something before you could remember its value.

Memory is like plaster: peel it back and you just might find a completely different picture.

I suddenly remember being very little and being embraced by my father. I would try to put my arms around my father's waist, hug him back. I could never reach the whole way around the equator of his body; he was that much larger than life. Then one day, I could do it. I held him, instead of him holding me, and all I wanted at that moment was to have it back the other way.

The Inuit say that the stars are holes in heaven. And every time we see the people we loved shining through, we know they're happy.

You don't love someone because they're perfect, you love them in spite of the fact that they're not.

These days her entire life was about making people believe she was someone she wasn't anymore.

Who spit in your porridge?