Grief is a most peculiar thing; we’re so helpless in the face of it. It’s like a window that will simply open of its own accord. The room grows cold, and we can do nothing...

I will think of you every time I need to be reminded that there is beauty and goodness in the world.

When I said these words, all the heat in my body seemed to rise to my face. I felt I might float up into the air, just like a piece of ash from a fire.

Perhaps it seems odd that a casual meeting on the street could have brought about such change. But sometimes life is like that isn’t it

It’s less a matter of looking the other way than of closing our eyes to what we can’t stop from happening.

If he couldn’t forgive you for what you’d done, it was clear to me he was never truly your destiny.