The past was the past; there was no escaping your beginnings.

The past was the past; there was no escaping your beginnings.

But maybe it's what the world needs. A little less sense, and a little more faith.

I miss her all the time. I know in my head that she has gone. the only difference is that I am getting used to the pain. It's like discovering a great hole in the ground. To begin with, you forget it's there and keep falling in. After a while, it's still there, but you learn to walk round it.

You got up, and you did something. And if trying to find a way when you don't even know you can get there isn't a small miracle; then I don't know what is.

He understood that in walking to atone for the mistakes he had made, it was also his journey to accept the strangeness of others.

you could be ordinary and attempt something extraordinary, without being able to explain it in a logical way.