“If we are all going to have tragedies, if none of us can escape them, then surely we have to learn from them, we have to gain something. And we have to use what we have gained. Those of us who have fought tooth and nail to overcome tragedy are, after all, nothing else, proof that such things can be survived. So we can actually help others survive their tragedies too. As long as they’ll let us.”

“What good would learning be if we concentrated on what we already knew? It is only by learning those things that come to us with difficulty that we truly gain wisdom.”

“Sometimes, we just have to be happy with what people can offer us. Even if it's not what we want, at least it's something. ”

“If what they say is right we're none of us going to have time to do all that we planned to do. But we can keep on doing it as long as we can.”

“If there’s one thing I have learned it’s that if you carry on as though nothing strange is happening, it usually stops being strange”

“Fret not, my son. None of us is perfect. It is better to have crooked legs than a crooked spirit. We can only do the best we can with what we have. That, after all, is the measure of success: what we do with what we have.”

“These emotions, this love, this fear, this gratitude, this relief, the grief – none of it reallyexists. None of it has mass or location, none of it can be weighed or photographed. None ofthese emotions last, none of them can be measured – except in that very moment when we'refeeling them. They're like music – once the notes are played, they disappear. They only existin that moment in time. Love isn't merely something we feel, it's something we create –something we have to keep creating in each and every moment. It's a song we have to keepplaying.Because we know it doesn't really exist. We can't hold it. We can't lock it away. We can'tinsure it. It's just a melody we play on and on. Our own Songline. We can only go on playingit, moment by moment, until we're all out of moments.It seems sort of pointless, striving so hard for perfection in something that doesn't reallyexist. But, my, what a symphony it is.And it's funny really, because for something that doesn't exist, it seems to be the onlything that human beings never run out of. As long as we have faith in its magic, love is theonly thing that lasts.”