Death: the only true emotion felt in an apathetic world

Suddenly, details seemed extremely important. Details were something to grab on to, a way to insert myself into the story.

Sacrifice is a part of life. It’s supposed to be. It’s not something to regret. It’s something to aspire to. Little sacrifices. Big sacrifices. A mother works so her son can go to school. A daughter moves home to take care of her sick father.

The length of your days does not belong to you.

Love each other or die.

Things that happen before you are born still affect you and people who come before your time affect you as well.

You were one person, and you changed the world.