Pain is personal. It really belongs to the one feeling it. Probably the only thing that is your own.

This was her life. Not the life she had once dreamed of, not a life her younger self would ever have imagined or desired, but the life she was living, with all its complexities. This was her life, built with care and attention, and it was good.

It is a terrible thing to see and have no vision.

Wrinkles should merely indicate where the smiles have been.

To believe in your choice you don’t need to prove that other people’s choices are wrong.