Dying? Not the end of everything. We think it is. But what happens on earth is only the beginning.

people in grief can imagine many things. It makes them feel better. It doesn't make it real.

Because one thing God gave us- and I'm afraid it's at times a little too much- is freewill. Freedom to choose. I believe he gave us everything needed to build a beautiful world, if we choose wisely.

You cannot ask things to do what they are not meant to do. Eventually, they will break.

You cannot unplay your notes. Time, like music, is indelible that way.

My father moved through theys of we,singing each new leaf out of each tree,{and every child was sure that springdanced when she heard my father sing}...

You've lived through a lot of wars, I said. Yes.Do they ever make more sense?No.

But ask yourself this: Have you ever lost someone you love and wanted one more conversation, one more chance to make up for the time when youthought they would be here forever? If so, then you know...

One withers, another grows.

The pain you go through in life doesn't really touch you . . . not the real you. . . . You are so much lighter than you think.

I believe he died this way on purpose. I believe he wanted no chilling moments, no one to witness his last breath and be haunted by it, the way he had been haunted by his mother's death-notice...

Love comes when you least expect it. Love comes when you most need it. Love comes when you are ready to receive it or can no longer deny it.

Truth is light. Lies are shadows. Music is both.

Once, lovers on faraway shores sat by candlelight and dipped ink to parchment, writing words that could not be erased. They took an evening to compose their thoughts, maybe the next evening as well.

And I suppose tapes are a desperate attempt to steal something from Death's suitcase.

We cannot stop what Heaven chooses.

Remember this always: There is a reason God limits man's days

There is no fair in life and death. If it were, no good men would die young.

What happened next depends on how much you believe.

None of us can undo what we've done, or relive a life already recorded. But, ... there is no such thing as "too late" in life.

Accept what you are able to do and what you are not able to do.

It's amazing the fantasies your mind can put together.

By now, the morning sun was just over the horizon and it came at me like a sidearm pitch between the houses of my old neighborhood. I shielded my eyes. This being early October, there were already...

We all know how to be a child.

I worked because I could control it.

Dor shook his head. The phrase. What does it mean?Sarah wondered if he was kidding. Time flies? You know, like, time goes really fast and suddenly you're saying goodbyeand it's like no time passed at...

Sometimes when you're losing someone, you hang on to whatever tradition you can.

She wasn't easy on me, don't get me wrong. She smacked me. She scolded me. She punished me. But she loved me. She really did. She loved me falling off a swing set. She loved me stepping on her floors...

That kind of love - the kind you realize you already have by the life you've created together - that's the kind that lasts.

Had he known his death was imminent, he might have gone somewhere else. Instead, he did what we all do. He went about his dull routine as if all the days in the world were still to come.