Dor: there is a reason God lmits our days. Victor: why? Dor: to make each one precious.
She was like a wound beneath an old bandage, and he had grown more used to the bandage.
Love wins, love always wins.
Holding on to things only breaks your heart.
Sharing tales of those we've lost is how we keep from really losing them.
Life is a series of pulls back and forth. You want to do one thing, but you are bound to do something else.