when you lose your sails, row.

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.

They say that not matter how old you become, when you are with your siblings, you revert back to childhood.

Adversity in life does not rob your heart of beauty. It simply teaches it a new song to sing.

Sometimes I guess you need to lose everything before you realize what's really important.

Death and loss, they plague you. So do memories. Like the Mississippi's incessant slap against the levees, they creep up with deceptive sweetness before grabbing your heart and pulling it under.

Great tragedy gives us opportunities for great kindness.