It is said that your life flashes before your eyes just before you die. That is true, it's called Life.
And perhaps there is a limit to the grieving that the human heart can do. As when one adds salt to a tumbler of water, there comes a point where simply no more will be absorbed.
Most things will be okay eventually, but not everything will be. Sometimes you'll put up a good fight and lose. Sometimes you'll hold on really hard and realise there is no choice but to let go. Acceptance is a small, quiet room.
But sometimes, unexpectedly, grief pounded over me in waves that left me gasping; and when the waves washed back, I found myself looking out over a brackish wreck which was illumined in a light so lucid, so heartsick and empty, that I could hardly remember that the world had ever been anything but dead.
Death ends a life, not a relationship.
Youth offers the promise of happiness, but life offers the realities of grief.
My work was practice, practice, practice.
If you invest nothing, the reward is worth little.
Practice makes the master.
Be industrious, let thine eyes be open, lest you become a beggar, for the man that is idle cometh not to honour.
When you work your tail off for something, it isn’t luck.
For the things we have to learn before we can do them, we learn by doing them.