Hasty exits seldom result in happy reunions.
Family, well, they can be like lace, fragile and delicate, full of holes and gaps, like the things that we don’t know. But like lace, it can be strong. The threads are hard to tear apart.
Desperate times call for desperate measures.
By blood and by choice, we make our ghosts. We haunt ourselves.
A nation without a flag is like a furnace without a fire.
A marriage is made not in ritual, nor in words, but in the living of it every day, whether you’re together or apart.[to Rachel]
