We did not ask for this room or this music. We were invited in. Therefore, because the dark surrounds us, let us turn our faces to the light. Let us endure hardship to be grateful for plenty. We have been given pain to be astounded by joy. We have been given life to deny death. We did not ask for this room or this music. But because we are here, let us dance.
Apologies are like dandelions, Mr. Amberson. They’re pretty enough, and they sprout up fast, but they don’t have much substance.
I’m here because I love everything about you. No matter what happened to you, or what will happen to you, it’s not all bad. Because the person standing in front of me is a wonder. You are a wonder.
When you refuse to tell people the truth, Mr. Amberson, you deny them their dignity. And for some of us, dignity matters.
The hardest part about living in the past is that everything you tell everybody will be a lie. It’s possible to forget who you really are, and you’ll want to reach out, make a connection. I made that mistake. If you get too close, you forget what you came for.