She was always like that: grateful for life itself. Her glass was not only half full, it was gold plated with a permanent refill.

Nothing stays forgotten for long, Elly. Sometimes we simply have to remind the world that we're special and that we're still here.

She was always like that: grateful for life itself. Her glass was not only half full, it was gold plated with a permanent refill.

Without reason, why bother? Existence needs purpose: to be able to endure the pain of life with dignity; to give us a reason to continue. The meaning must enter our hearts, not our heads. We must understand the meaning of our suffering

You can hold onto anything to make you carry on.

Memories no matter how small or inconsequential are the pages that define us.