“Above us, the wind blew and the branching shadows rearranged themselves on our skin. Gus squeezed my hand. "It is a good life, Hazel Grace.”

“We sat out there in silence for a minute and then Gus said, " I wish we had that swing set sometimes.""The one from my backyard?""Yeah. My nostalgia is so extreme that I am capable of missing a swing my butt never actually touched.""Nostalgia is a side effect of cancer," I told him."Nah, nostalgia is a side effect of dying," he answered. Above us, the wind blew and the branching shadows rearranged themselves on our skin. Gus squeezed my hand. "It is a good life, Hazel Grace.”

“The road to Manderley lay ahead. There was no moon. The sky above our heads was inky black. But the sky on the horizon was not dark at all. It was shot with crimson, like a splash of blood. And the ashes blew towards us with the salt wind from the sea.”

“I turned to him and he reached for my hand. It would have been easier to walk away. But the wind still blew around us and the house still stood.”

“Good preservation is a life preserver thrown to us in a shipwreck. Good preservation keeps us in touch with the graces of this life. It's bricks and mortar, yes. It's arguments about true colors and authenticity and representation. But true preservation is like the hand that shelters a fire from the wind. It protects the spark of life." -- Howard Mansfield, The Same Ax, Twice”

“The winds of God's grace are always blowing, it is for us to raise our sails.”