The greatest burden lies in caring for those we cannot help. Not in having no one for whom to care.
The fates are toying with us now, setting our feet on seemingly divergent paths that still somehow converge in the most unlikely of places.
The curse of the living is that they can’t tell you the secrets of the dead.
That’s one of the pleasures of dying. I can finally admit my mistakes. It also makes it easier to ask for favors.
Sometimes, people do the wrong thing for the right reasons.
Sometimes we get a better idea of what’s to come when we look at what’s gone by.
Sometimes the smallest things in life are the most useful.
Sometimes it’s hard to separate fact from fiction.
Some things are worth the trouble.
She smiles in her sleep, as you say I do. I remember Jenny bending over each of her newborn bairns, watching them for hours. I could watch Brianna like that and never tire of it. She is a gift. From me to you. And you to me.[to Claire]
Savagery can exist in many forms.
Pain of losing a child never leaves you.
