Why else do we live, except to be loved and remembered by those we love?

Why else do we live, except to be loved and remembered by those we love?

Life is a mess, Rose said. You can fix the mess human beings make, Rose said, But you can't fix the mess being human is.

Things start where you don't know and end up where you know. When you know is when you ask, How did this start?

Sometimes the world is so beautiful it hurts.

The way I figure it, we know we got this world, so live in this one while you’re here. I figure the next one will take care of itself.

I was wounded by a blow of love.