Blessed are the hearts that can bend, they shall never be broken.

It is easy to love people in memory, the hard thing is to love them when they are there in front of you.

It was not a happy ending of the sort in fairy tales, but it was the only one we had.

Sometimes grief is a comfort we grant ourselves because it's less terrifying than trying for joy.

Time has that funny way of smoothing out the rough edges of things, even ones that hurt a little bit. Or a lot.

The kindest thing you can do for someone you love is to never tell them how much they have broken your heart.

Sometimes the things we want to say the most are the things that should never be said.

Sometimes when things break, you can hold them together for a while with string or glue or tape. Sometimes, nothing will hold what’s broken, and the pieces fly all over, and though you think you might be able to find them all again, one or two will always be missing.