“Every parent who loses a child finds a way to laugh again. The timbre begins to fade. The edge dulls. The hurt lessens. Every love is carved from loss. Mine was. Yours is. Your great-great-great-children's will be. But we learn to live with that love.” WayChildrenParentLosesHurtLossLove IsLaughingMinesEdgesFadesTimbreEverything Is Illuminated Author:Jonathan Safran Foer
“Love is like grass. If you fall on it, it may leave a stain and some temporary pain. But you'll get over the pain, it will eventually stop hurting. Now maybe the stain ruined your favourite pair of jeans, or maybe it was nothing special that was ruined, but either way the stain remains there. And with time, it will begin to fade, but it will always be there, a permanent reminder that you, too, once fell.” IfsWayMayPainFallHurtLove IsSpecialRemainsPermanentGrassPairsTemporaryFadesFavouriteGet OverJeansRuinedRemindersStainsLove Is Like Author:John Mayer