Life Is What Happens To

We Plan Our Lives In Long, Unbroken Stretches That Intersect Our Dreams The Way Highways Connect The City Dots On A Road Map. But In The End We Learn That Life Is Lived In The Side Roads, Alleys, And Detours.

Life Is The Soil, Our Choices And Actions The Sun And Rain, But Our Dreams Are The Seeds.

Can You Ever Forgive Me? I Already Have. How Could You? I Don't Deserve It. That's What Makes It Love.

We Can Only Lose What We Have First Claimed.

We Can Spend Our Days Bemoaning Our Losses, Or We Can Grow From Them. Ultimately The Choice Is Ours. We Can Be Victims Of Circumstance Or Masters Of Our Own Fate, But Make No Mistake, We Cannot Be Both. The Walk - Epilogue Page 288