"There are no random acts. That we are all connected. That you can no more separate one life from another than you can separate a breeze from the wind."
"Fairness does not govern life and death. If it did, no good person would ever die young."
"Why people gather when others die? It is because the human spirit knows, deep down, that all lives intersect. That death doesn't just take someone, it misses someone else, and in the small distance between being taken and being missed, lives are changed."
"But there is a balance to it all. One withers, another grows. Birth and death are part of a whole."
"Strangers are just family you have yet to come to know."
"No life is a waste. The only time we waste is the time we spend thinking we are alone."
"It's thinkng that gets you killed."
"Dying? Not the end of everything. We think it is. But what happens on earth is only the beginning."
"The way I see it, that's what we're getting here, soldier. That's what heaven is. You get to make sense of your yesterdays."
"Sacrifice is a part of life. It's supposed to be. It's not something to regret. It's something to aspire to. Little sacrifices. Big sacrifices. "
"That's the thing. Sometimes when you sacrifice something precious, you're not really losing it. You're just passing it on to someone else."
"I got to keep my promise. I didn't leave you behind."
"What you see ain't what I see."
"Learn this from me. Holding anger is a poison. It eats you from inside. We think that hating is a weapon that attacks the person who harmed us. But hatred is a curved blade. And the harm we do, we do to ourselves."
"People say they 'find' love, as if it were an object hidden by a rock. But love takes many forms, and it is never the same for any man and woman. What people find then is a certain love."
"And Eddie found a certain love with Marguerite, a grateful love, a deep but quiet love, one that he knew, above all else, was irreplaceable. Once she'd gone, he'd let the days go stale. He put his heart to sleep."
"How could there be a reason? You died. You were forty-seven. You were the person any of us knew, and you died and you lost everything. And I lost everything. I lost the woman I ever loved." She shook his hands. "No, you didn't. I was right here. And you loved me anyway."
"Lost love is still love, Eddie. It takes a different form, that's all. You can't see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor. But when those senses weaken, another heightens. Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it."
"Life has to end," she said. "Love doesn't"
"I never wanted anyone else," he said quietly. "I know," she said. "I was still in love with you." "I know." She nodded. "I felt it." "Here?" he asked. "Even here," she said, smiling. "That's how strong lost love can be."
