Moving on doesn't mean forgetting.

when you lose your sails, row.

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

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.

Strong winds buffet the sea oats and tall dune grasses, tossing sand and seabirds where it will, winding my sister's golden hair into sunlit spirals of silk until it becomes the only good memory I have of her -- the only memory I allowed myself to keep.

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

I know what it is to hope and pray so hard that you're sure God will answer your prayer just so you'll stop asking.