“Death and loss, they plague you. So do memories. Like the Mississippi's incessant slap against the levees, they creep up with deceptive sweetness before grabbing your heart and pulling it under.”

“Look before you leap, for snakes among sweet flowers do creep.”

“Whoever said it got easier with time was wrong, death never got easier. The pain dulls around your heart, numbing the spot the deceased inhabited in your chest-- but it was never easier. Loss was still loss-- a physical pain, a hurt that reaches deep inside you and smothers your soul, forever indenting their memory. No, death was still death, loss was still loss, and pain was still pain. Time didn't change that.”

“Memory is the sense of loss, and loss pulls us after it.”

“He grabbed her and pulled her against him. "I've missed you," he said right before he kissed her.”

“Doug that is so sweet, but your doing the controlling thing again" "How is that controlling?""For starters, you made your brother pull me over”