Sometimes, you're the one who strikes it lucky. Sometimes, it's the other poor bastard who's left with the short straw, and you just have to shut up and get on with it.

That's how life goes on - protected by the silence that anesthetizes shame.

And the stars: the sky gets crowded at night, and it is a bit like watching a clock, seeing the constellations slide across the sky. It’s comforting to know that they’ll show up, however bad the day has been, however crook things get. That used to help in France. It put things into perspective—the stars had been around since before there were people. They just kept shining, no matter what was going on. I think of the light here like that, like a splinter of a star that’s fallen to earth: it just shines, no matter what is happening. Summer, winter, storm, fine weather. People can rely on it.

when I pass away I don't want you to endure in the pain of my lost. I want you to remember me for the good I have done in your life and the moments we shared. I want to see you smile at the thought of me, for it will sadden me greatly to see you cry. I know that death is not the end of me, and i know I will be with you again. All I ask from you is to smile at the memory of me, and be patient because we will see each other again.

Keeping baggage from the past will leave no room for happiness in the future.

Flowers teach us that nothing is permanent: not their beauty, not even the fact that they will inevitably wilt, because they will still give new seeds.
Remember this when you feel joy, pain, or sadness.
Everything passes, grows old, dies, and is reborn.