Nineteen Minutes

by Jodi Picoult

A gun was nothing, really, without a person behind it.

If you gave someone your heart and they died, did they take it with them? Did you spend the rest of forever with a hole inside you that couldn’t be filled?

You could patch up whatever was broken, but if you were the one who had fixed it, you’d always know in your heart where the fault lines lay.

hold on to the past as if it was something to be treasured, instead of combing it for clues of failure.