It was strange how loud the world was when you weren't filling it up with your own noise.
~ Bridget Asher
Love is infinite. Grief can lead to love. Love can lead to grief. Grief is a love story told backward just as love is a grief story told backward.
I missed my mother and Elysius. It wasn't that I wanted them with me at that very moment. I wanted them in the past. I wanted to have back just one sunny afternoon together.
This mountain, the arched back of the earth risen before us, it made me feel humble, like a beggar, just lucky to be here at all, even briefly.
If you let fear make decisions for you, fear will make good decisions - but only for its own sake, not yours. p. 161
