How can I love you if I don’t know what hurts you?

Often, the human animal dresses terror in rage, and expresses both in a way unlike either.

… the object of learning was not to build a better mousetrap but to ask a better question.

He took the box but did not avail himself of a tissue. She understood. Sometimes it was comforting to feel the wetness of grief’s tears on your face.

Goodness was not a trait you acquired; it was a value you practiced when you were on the verge of doing evil.

Silence was not the absence of sound but was itself a sound that could be loud or soft, soothing or disturbing, complex or simple.

The young accept the extraordinary as normal because they do not compare their lives with those of others when everyone is like them.

There was an end to weeping. Mourning, however, ebbed and surged but never ceased flowing.

History is not just facts and events. History is also a pain in the heart and we repeat history until we are able to make another’s pain in the heart our own.