No, Edward. You are here so I can teach you something. All the people you meet here have one thing to teach you.

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

One withers, another grows.

In order to move on, you must understand why you felt what you did and why you no longer need to feel it.

When a baby comes into the world, its hands are clenched, right? Like this?" He made a fist. "Why? Because a baby not knowing any better, wants to grab everything, to say the whole world is mine. But when an old person dies, how does he do so? With his hands open. Why? Because he has learned his lesson." "What lesson?" I asked. He stretched open his empty fingers. "We can take nothing with us.

You can find something truly important in an ordinary minute.

If we knew what comes next, we never would have worried.