We think we have it all figured out. We think we can control things. Fix them. That we can keep life moving forward on the path we’ve chosen. But all that’s standing between us and chaos is a tiny, fragile thread. Cut that thread, and we’re all just falling into space.
It’s hard to predict when brittle materials will break.
There are times in this life when we have to face the loss of something so precious, it makes the heart clench just to think of it. Love’s frail, it don’t last. Especially not in our world. That’s what gives it its pain. And it’s also what gives it its shine because in the flickering of a glim, it’s gone.[to Jack]
Anyone can be killed.
You want to know what I do when I’m sad or scared? F***ing nothing. Because I’m not a f***ing pussy.[to Hughie]
You are wise, or perhaps unusually lucky to understand friendship to be the best possible foundation a marriage can have. Even if that foundation should crumble as quickly as it was built.[to Daphne and Simon]
There’s a thin line between civilization and chaos, and that line is electricity.
The death of a loved one is the painful but necessary reminder that life is delicate, precious, that one must not take those around us for granted, that one must strengthen bonds.
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.
