The dead sit at our tables long after they have gone.

When someone is in your heart, they're never truly gone. They can come back to you, even at unlikely times.

It's such a shame to waste time. We always think we have so much of it.

One day spent with someone you love can change everything.

When you look into your mother’s eyes, you know that is the purest love you can find on this earth.

But she wasn’t around, and that’s the thing when your parents die, you feel like instead of going in to every fight with backup, you are going into every fight alone.

You can find something truly important in an ordinary minute.

Sharing tales of those we've lost is how we keep from really losing them.

I thought about the days i had handed over to a bottle..the nights i can't remember..the mornings i slept thru..all the time spent running from myself.

I think what you notice most when you haven’t been home in a while is how much the trees have grown around your memories.

Once heaven is done with grandma, we'd like her back, thanks.

I didn’t know what it was, who I was or who he was. I just knew what we could have become as one.

He wept bitter tears over the death of his enemy. It was his enemy, after all, who knew him best and kept him up at night.

Lies are living beings

The universe, it seemed, was full to brimming with lonesome places.

It is a great comfort to a rambling people to know that somewhere there is a permanent home--perhaps it is the most final of the comforts they ever really know.

I know what I want, and where to go.

My greatest fear is failure.

I have searched frantically for contentment for so many years in so many ways, and all the acquisitions and accomplishments- they run you down in the end.

You have access to the Tent Of Meeting.

Absence of evidence is not evidence of absence.