Sacrifice is a part of life. It's supposed to be. It's not something to regret. It's something to aspire to.

Something is always happening somewhere.

She loved me coming and going, at my worst and at my best. She had a bottomless well of love for me.

Sometimes when you sacrifice something precious, you're not really losing it. You're just passing it on to someone else.

Death doesn't just take someone, it misses someone else, and in the small distance between being taken and being missed, lives are changed.

When you're rotten about yourself, you become rotten to everyone else, even those you love.

I would lying if I said I would laugh in the face of death.