“To be careful with people and with words was a rare and beautiful thing.”

“I came to understand that my father was a careful man. To be careful with people and with words was a rare and beautiful thing.”

“What they had was rare, imperfect and beautiful and scary all at once. It was hard to say those things out loud and know the right words to use. But that was okay. Because when two people found each other, two people who were meant to be, words didn't even matter anymore. They just knew. And that was the luckiest thing of all.”

“You’re arguing that the fragile, rare thing is beautiful simply because it is fragile and rare. But that’s a lie, and you know it.”

“I knew it was beautiful, but knowing something is beautiful and caring about it are two very different things, and I didn't care.”

“She cried easily. Evidence that she felt much, and most often for other people. A rare and beauty filled gift.”