I don’t know what’s ahead,” I say. “I don’t know nothing about nothing but whatever it is, it’s gotta be better than what’s behind. It’s gotta be.

Viola? Keep calling for me– And I’ll keep searching for you– And I’ll find you– You bet yer life on it– I’ll find you– Keep calling for me, Viola– Cuz here I come.

We all fall but that's not what matters. What matters is picking yourself up again.

If you ever want to see how small you are in the plan of God, just stand at the edge of an ocean.

Viola blows out a thoughtful air. "My dad used to say, 'There's only forward, Vi, only outward and up.'" "There's only forward," I repeat. "Outward and up," she says.

Conor held tightly onto his mother. And by doing so, he could finally let her go.

And it hurts her, but it's an okay hurt, but it hurts still, but it's good, but it hurts.