“Is anybody happier, Because you passed his way?Does anyone remember That you spoke to him today?This day is almost over; And its toiling time is through;Is there anyone to utter now? A friednly word for you?Can you say tonight in passing With the days that slipped so fast,That you helped a single person, Of the many that you passed?Is a single heart rejoicing Over what you did or said?Does one whose hopes were fading Now with courage look aheda?Did you waste the day, or lose it? Was it well or poorly spent?Did you leave a trail of kindness Or a scar of discontent?”

“When time passes, it's the people who knew you whom you want to see; they're the ones you can talk to. When enough time passes, what's it matter what they did to you?”

“Pale as ice you passed me by; I wondered what you really felt, And waited through the changing times, To see if you would one day melt. I thought that ice would melt with warmth, But there were thing I did not know: The sun can touch the outer layers But does not reach the deepest snow. Winter sometimes seems like years, Summer's sometimes far away, But winter always turns to summer, As surely as does night to day.”

“I did not know then that there are those you love no matter how much they hurt you, no matter how many years have passed since you felt them in the morning. I did not know how long it took to get over such a love, and that even when you did, when you loved again, you would always carry a sliver of it in your stitched-together heart. I did not know that you could love them in death, and that if one day they returned to you in a dream or half sleep, you might hold up your hand as she had done, because life and time had changed you.”

“Once, when Tom was over here, to tease Rose, I asked him, "Before she was born, can you remember? Were things just the same as they are these days? Did it still rain and get dark and all the stuff it does now? Did the sun go up and down in exactly the same way?" Yes," Tom said, and then he smiled at Rose and said, "No. Not really. Not exactly the same way.”

“When it's all over, you're remembered for what you did, not what you said you were going to do.”