“Fiona couldn't summon a smile.
His grandfather sighed. 'If you insist on pity, then really you must pity yourself. Your head is still very empty.'
Fionn frowned, indignation jostling the urge to cry fro a precious, fleeting second.
His grandfather chuckled. 'Start filling it up, lad. That is your greatest responsibility. To live a life of breathless wonder, so that when it begins to fade from you, you will feel the shadow of its happiness still inside you and the blissful sense that you laughed the loudest, loved the deepest, and lived fearlessly, even as the specifics of it all melt away.”
―
Catherine Doyle,
The Storm Keeper's Island
