In the end, only three things matter: how much you loved, how gently you lived, and how gracefully you let go of things not meant for you
And in the end, we were all just humans…Drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness
No family is perfect..We argue, we fight, we even stop talking to each other at times, but in the end, family is family…the love will always be there
In the end, we only regret the chances we didn’t take, relationships we were afraid to have and the decisions we waited too long to make