once we began to chime the hour, we lost the ability to be satisfied

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

Why are we embarassed by silence? What comfort do we find in all the noise?

You may not have known the reason at the time, and that is what heaven is for. For understanding your life on earth.

But common sense has no place in first love and never has.

When you look into your mother’s eyes, you know that is the purest love you can find on this earth.

You know what really offers you satisfaction? Offering others what you have to give.