“But death does not stand at the end of life, it is all through it. It is the fear of losing, the knowledge of losing that makes love tender.”

You’ll see, you’ll come to understand. These big things, these terrible things, are not the important ones. If they were, how could one go on living? No, it is the small, little things that make up a day, that bring fullness and happiness to a life.

When little things are so important, it’s because there aren’t any big ones.