They teach you, as children, that you might go to heaven. They never teach you that heaven might come to you.

There was no one she wanted to see more. There was no one she wanted to see less. "Why?" she whispered. "Why are you here?""The winds blew," he said.

How long have i been dead?A minute. An hour. A thousand years

How do you let go of anger? How do you release a fury you’ve been standing on for so long, you would stumble were it yanked away?

It's never hard to act ordinary if you feel ordinary.

Heaven . . . is the same feeling. . . . No fear. No dark. When you know you are loved . . . that’s the light.

Once heaven is done with grandma, we'd like her back, thanks.

We cannot stop what Heaven chooses.

-and that is what heaven is for, for understanding your life on Earth.