We live, we love. These are the choices we are given, to open doors or to close them. It is all we have, and it is enough

You ain’t dead yet, so you ain’t done.

But I think sometimes a person has to be forced underwater to see if they're going to drown or swim.

There is how we were before, and how we are now, and the time between is spent choosing which doors to open, and which to close.

But there is room now in my heart for more memories, carved by a letting go that I could find only by coming home to a place I'd never been.

Mama?" "Yes, Emmy." She traced a rivulet of rain with her finger as it made its journey down the glass. "How do you know when it's been long enough?" Emmy could sense her mother smiling into the phone. "When you relaize that love doesn't have a time span. Only pain does. I think sometimes it's hard to distinguish between the two, so we just hold on to both of them like they're inseparable.

when you lose your sails, row.