It takes two people to make a lie work: the person who tells it, and the one who believes it.

I have only known her for two years. But if you took every memory, every moment, if you stretched them end to end-they'd reach forever.

See, as much as you want to hold on to the bitter sore memory that someone has left this world, you are still in it. And the very act of living is a tide: at first it seems to make no difference at all, and then one day you look down and see how much pain has eroded.