“She looked up and saw the right angles of time above her as the clock hit three.”

“Eventually, as her grandmother’s sobs softened, she pulled her away and – looking deeply into the clouds of her grey eyes – lifted her and led her home for the last time.”

“What a world, she thought, where you could at one moment be under a cloud and the next, right in the heart of it; and then, in another moment, soaring high above them all.”

“She let go and yet for the first time did not feel she was giving up.”

“She looked over at her grandmother, smiling in her sleep from what she hoped was a dream about George Bailey and the angel that would eventually save him.”

“The likeness she had been searching for was on her face the whole time.”

“She looked up at me with a look that told me everything, gave me a glimpse of everything I would be missing in one instant.”