Accidents happen. Our bones shatter, our skin splits, our hearts break. We burn, we drown, we stay alive.

So let’s raise our glass to the accident season,
To the river beneath us where we sink our souls,
To the bruises and secrets, to the ghosts in the ceiling,
One more drink for the watery road.

Be careful what you wish for;
Not all lost things should be found.

Life is a gift. Don't forget to live it.

The very best and the very worst of life will come from [their] ability to love strangers.

What do you say when you feel your life is taken right from your chest, even though I miraculously find myself still breathing?