We move through places every day that would never have been if not for those who came before us. Our workplaces, where we spend so much time--we often think they began with our arrival. That's not true.

The way you get meaning into your life is to devote yourself to loving others.

Sometimes, they say, the moon is so busy with the new souls of the world that it disappears from the sky. That is why we have moonless nights. But in the end, the moon always returns, as do we all.

You can't get stuck on what should have happened. That doesn't help you.

He never spoke of that night again, not to your mother, not to anyone else. He was ashamed for her, for Mickey, for himself. In the hospital, he stopped speaking altogether. Silence was his escape, but silence is rarely a refuge. His thoughts still haunted him.' ~pg 139

The backside of a mountain is a fight against human nature. You have to care as much about yourself on the way down as you did on the way up.

Small towns are like metronomes; with the slightest flick, the beat changes.