“As the fresh air brought warm blood to my cheeks, I realised that I had lived through a kind of death. I was alive. I would continue to live. But time and my mother were gone, and my life would now be defined, not by their absence, but by their absolute and irrevocable loss.”
“Loss is part of our story, it isn’t the story.”
“Great pain is repetitive. Grief is repetitive.”
“I'm gonna tell you some stories, and some of them might be true." Jack Bates”
“Have I not yet discovered that the ashes of today enrich the soil of tomorrow?”
“If you truly want victory, avoid frivolities.”