But what are our stories if not the mirrors we hold up to our fears?

I thought about how love was always the thing that did that - smashed into you, left you raw. The deeper you loved, the deeper it hurt.

So many bad things have happened to them that they can't trust the good things. They have to shove them away before someone can get it back.

With destruction comes renovation.

If you risked love, it took you wherever you wanted to go. If you repressed it, you ended up unhappy.

Change what you can, accept what you can't, and be smart enough to know the difference

Let me tell you something, my wife died for Tuesdays ago. Cancer of the colon. We were married forty-one years. Now you stop feeling sorry for yourself and lose some of that pork of yours. Pretty girl like you - you don't want to do this yourself.