It’s not contagious, you know. Death is as natural as life. It’s part of the deal we made.

He cried that night for all that he had lost, but he would say it taught him a valuable lesson: that holding on to things "will only break your heart.

Giving to other people makes me feel alive. Not my car or my house. Not what I look like in the mirror. When I give my time, when I can make someone smile after they were feeling sad.

I lived," Dor said, "but I was not alive.

Being unheard is the ground floor of giving up, and giving up is the ground floor of doing yourself in. It’s not so much, what’s the point? It’s more like, what’s the difference?

He almost told her everything right then, that very moment. But you grab a moment, or you let it pass. He let it pass.

There are no random acts...We are all connected...You can no more separate one life from another than you can separate a breeze from the wind.