Grief is like the wake behind a boat. It starts out as a huge wave that follows close behind you and is big enough to swamp and drown you if you suddenly stop moving forward. But if you do keep moving, the big wake will eventually dissipate. And after a long time, the waters of your life get calm again, and that is when the memories of those who have left begin to shine as bright and as enduring as the stars above.

When you have God behind you, you can come out on top every time.

If you’re gonna burn a bridge behind you, make sure you’ve crossed it first.

Turn your face to the sun and the shadows fall behind you.

If you like my poems let them walk in the evening, a little behind you

Everywhere we go and move on and change, something’s lost–something’s left behind. You can’t ever quite repeat anything, and I’ve been so yours, here–