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.

Sometimes people put up walls, not to keep others out, but to see who cares enough to break them down.

If you repeat a lie often enough, people will believe it, and you will even come to believe it yourself.

Willing is not enough, we must do.

If you are lucky enough to find a way of life you love, you have to find the courage to live it.

To love or have loved, that is enough. Ask nothing further. There is no other pearl to be found in the dark folds of life.