Everyone is always in need of something that another person can give, be it undivided attention, a kind word or deep empathy. There is no better use of a life than to be attentive to such needs.

I think and think and think, I‘ve thought myself out of happiness one million times, but never once into it.

Feeding my children is not like feeding myself: it matters more.

Every widow wakes one morning, perhaps after years of pure and unwavering grieving, to realize she slept a good night's sleep, and will be able to eat breakfast, and doesn't hear her husband's ghost all the time, but only some of the time. Her grief is replaced with a useful sadness. Every parent who loses a child finds a way to laugh again. The timbre begins to fade. The edge dulls. The hurt lessens. Every love is carved from loss. Mine was. Yours is. Your great-great-great-grandchildren's will be. But we learn to live in that love.

If I’d been someone else in a different world I’d've done something different, but I was myself and the world was the world, so I was silent.

I'm so afraid of losing something I love that I refuse to love anything

It is my great hope that our paths, however long and winding, will cross again.