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If we worry about the little things all the time, we run the risk of missing the bigger things.”
I can’t grieve for myself.” Hugo shook his head slowly. “Of course you can. We do it all the time, regardless of if we’re alive or not, over the small things and the big things. Everyone is a little bit sad all the time.
It’s not always about what we can or can’t have, but the work we put into it.”
Death isn’t a final ending, Wallace. It is an ending, sure, but only to prepare you for a new beginning.”
Death has a beauty to it. We don’t see it because we don’t want to. And that makes sense. Why would we want to focus on something that takes us away from everything we know? How do we even begin to understand that there’s more than what we see?”
He didn’t know, and not knowing was the scariest thing of all.
Wallace whispered, “It’s easy to let yourself spiral and fall.” “It is,” Nelson agreed. “But it’s what you do to pull yourself out of it that matters most.”
“For someone who’s a ferryman, there’s a lot you don’t know.” Hugo chuckled. “Isn’t it great? I’d hate to know everything. There’d be no mystery left. What would be the point?”
Giving up is easy. Picking yourself up isn’t. But we have to believe if we do, we can take another step.
“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.”
Everyone loses their way at some point, and it’s not just because of their mistakes or the decisions they make. It’s because they’re horribly, wonderfully human.
