“(P)eople’s good intentions can wind up putting us in boxes as confining as coffins.”

“Needle and thread flesh and boneSpit and sinew, heartbreak is home.Your suture lines, they sparkle like diamondsBright stars to light my confinement“Stitch,”

“We are like Humpty Dumpty and all these king's horses and all these king's men cannot put us back together again”

“Or maybe it's not a miracle. Maybe this is just life. When you open yourself up to it. When you put yourself in the path of it. When you say yes.”

“I get it now. I have to make good on my promise. To let her go. To really let her go. To let us both go.”

“All I can think about is how fucked up it would be for your life to end here, now. I mean I know that your life if fucked up no matter what now, forever. And I'm not dumb enough to think that I can undo that, that anyone can. But I can't wrap my mind around the notion of you not getting old, having kids, going to Juilliard, getting to play that cello in front of a huge audience, so that they can get the chills the way I do every time I see you pick up your bow, every time I see you smile at me.”

“Mia is walking away, walking toward the other end of the bridge. Without me.I get it now.I have to make good on my promise. To let her go. To really let her go. To let us both go.”