Perhaps we are given a mom that we might take into death the memory of a lullaby.
Yes, I believe in guardian angels, because otherwise I must believe that life is a string of death-defying miracles - and I don't believe in miracles.
Parenthood is the passing of a baton, followed by a lifelong disagreement as to who dropped it.
It's getting harder and harder to worry needlessly.
Every day is conquerable by its hours, and every hour by its minutes.
To find someone who will love you through success and failure is to discover how little life has to do with either.