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

Moving on doesn't mean forgetting.

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

when you lose your sails, row.

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

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

Great tragedy gives us opportunities for great kindness.