If we can’t accept what we don’t know, there really is no hope.

There is so much to the human mind we don’t understand. But, you see, if you have faith, you can do anything.

You got up, and you did something. And if trying to find a way when you don’t even know you can get there isn’t a small miracle; then I don’t know what is.

But maybe it’s what the world needs. A little less sense, and a little more faith.

If we don’t go mad once in a while, there’s no hope.

I miss her all the time. I know in my head that she has gone. the only difference is that I am getting used to the pain. It’s like discovering a great hole in the ground. To begin with, you forget it’s there and keep falling in. After a while, it’s still there, but you learn to walk round it.

The world was made up of people putting one foot in front of the other; and a life might appear ordinary simply because the person living it had been doing so for a long time.

I've begun to think that we sit far more than we're supposed to...Why else would we have feet?

And it can take a lifetime, a life of many years, to accept the incongruity of things: that a small moment can sit side by side with a big one, and become part of the same.

The past was the past; there was no escaping your beginnings.