Life has taught me that to fly, you must first accept the possibility of falling.

I believe that we were meant to live as social creatures, to reach out and bless each other's lives.

There are people who come into our lives as welcome as a cool breeze in summer- and last about as long.

We can spend our days bemoaning our losses, or we can grow from them. Ultimately the choice is ours. We can be victims of circumstance or masters of our own fate, but make no mistake, we cannot be both. The Walk - Epilogue Page 288

Life is not a sprint. It was never meant to be. It is just a step of faith after another.

. . .and every native has a story of winter – stories that usually begin, You call this a storm? And grow in the telling like battle tales shared by graying war veterans. It’s a peculiar character flaw to those of us from cold climates that we feel superior to those who have the sense to live elsewhere.

Dwelling on him would make him a bigger part of my life than I want him to be.