There are some people out there who don't wait for what come next. They decide what should come next and they go and make it happen.

We are injured and angry, scared and sad. Some families, like some couples, become toxic to each other after prolonged exposure.

What it must feel like, I thought, to look at something, anything really, and know that it’s for the last time?

You're terrified of being alone. Anything you do now will be motivated by that fear. You have to stop worrying about finding love again. It will come when it comes. Get comfortable with being alone. It will empower you.

Forgiveness has its comforts, but it can never give you back what you've lost.

You never know when it will be the last time you'll see your father, or kiss your wife, or play with your little brother, but there's always a last time. If you could remember every last time, you'd never stop grieving.

We're all clichés, all following scripts that have been written and played out long before we landed the role.