If we close our eyes and pretend hard enough, our bodies will be something other than our own.
Time spent in remembrance is never wasted.
That in the ocean’s enormity, we can find peace in our insignificance.
Nothing was the same in the library of my memories.
No matter how much we might want to give up, it is worth holding on for the ones we love.
At the heart of who we are, we belong to the towns that raised us.
The thing about loving other people’s children is that while they may feel as though they belong to you, they don’t, and their role in your life—and yours in theirs—is beyond your control.
In remembering, we are reminded of what we lost, and that alone is sometimes worth the price of forgetting.
I think that right now, our courage is all we’ve got.