Under the Whispering Door

by T.J. Klune

If we worry about the little things all the time, we run the risk of missing the bigger things.”

Death isn’t a final ending, Wallace. It is an ending, sure, but only to prepare you for a new beginning.”

It’s not about what he needs, necessarily, because that might imply he’s lacking something. It’s about what he wants. There’s a difference. I think we forget that, sometimes.”

Life is messy and terrible and wonderful, all at the same time.

One day, you’ll see her again. One day, you’ll look upon her face. There will be no more pain. There will be no more sorrow. You’ll know peace because you’ll be together. But that day is not today.”

“It’s never enough, is it? Time. We always think we have so much of it, but when it really counts, we don’t have enough at all.”

“The first cup I’m a stranger.” “The second you’re an honored guest.”

“And then I have one more. And then another. And then another. What does that make me?” “Family,” Hugo said. “It makes you family.”

But a river only moves in one direction, no matter how much we wish it weren’t so.