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But all endings are also beginnings. And heaven is always thinking about us.
No story sits by itself. Our lives connect like threads on a loom, interwoven in ways we never realize.
The tale of your life is written second by second, as shifting as the flip of a pencil to an eraser.
“We forget that ‘our’ time is linked to others’ times. We come from one. We return to one. That’s how a connected universe makes sense.”
When we build, we build on the shoulders of those who came before us. And when we fall apart, those who came before us help put us back together.”
“We fear loneliness, Annie, but loneliness itself does not exist. It has no form. It is merely a shadow that falls over us. And just as shadows die when light changes, that sad feeling can depart once we see the truth.”
“What’s the truth?” Annie asked. “That the end of loneliness is when someone needs you.” The old woman smiled. “And the world is so full of need.”
“No act done for someone else is ever wasted.”
Children begin by needing their parents. Over time, they reject them. Eventually, they become them.
This is the disarming power of children: their need makes you forget your own.
But just because you have silenced a memory does not mean you are free of it.
We are blinded by our regrets,
“Secrets. We think by keeping them, we’re controlling things, but all the while, they’re controlling us.”
“Because we embrace our scars more than our healing,” Lorraine said. “We can recall the exact day we got hurt, but who remembers the day the wound was gone?
“That’s how salvation works. The wrongs we do open doors to do right.”
“There’s no such thing as a nobody. And there are no mistakes.”
