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In the end, what does it all mean anyway? And what does it matter? Is a person just a pile of junk?
Cheer up, little pug. You worry too much. That’s why you have so many wrinkles.”
“In the end, the end of a life only matters to friends, family, and other folks you used to know,” the pug whimpers miserably. “For everyone else, it’s just another end.”
“You shouldn’t be discouraged just because you had a minor setback.”
you could drive yourself crazy with ifs.
“that dying is just another part of living,
If your last words are somehow meant to encapsulate your entire existence, Liz finds um strangely appropriate. Um means nothing. Um is what you say while you’re thinking of what you’ll really say. Um suggests someone interrupted before they’d begun.
It’s easier to be happy than to be sad. Being sad takes a lot of work. It’s exhausting.”
“Lizzie, my love, there’s always a choice.”
it’s a little different with Thanksgiving. I think it’s just something you can do to be like the people back home. Or to be close to the people back home. You eat pie because you know they’re eating pie.”
Life’s short, you know.” “And death’s about the same length,”
intimacy doesn’t have all that much to do with backseats of cars. Real intimacy is brushing your teeth together.”
“the conditions are rarely very good anywhere, but love still happens all the time.”
don’t you know there’s no such thing as forever?”
Oh, there are so many lives. How we wish we could live them concurrently instead of one by one by one. We could select the best pieces of each, stringing them together like a strand of pearls. But that’s not how it works. A human’s life is a beautiful mess.
“Happiness is a choice.”
“You ought to read the book from end to beginning,” Owen jokes. “That way, no one dies, and it’s always a happy ending.”
“A life isn’t measured in hours and minutes. It’s the quality, not the length.
There was a time Liz was afraid that she would forget things, but by the time she truly began to forget, she forgot to be afraid to forget.
