So you're lost, uh? Happens a lot out here. You walk around for days, seeing things, losing your bearings, crying out for God, But He can't hear you. You can scream and scream but nobody'll ever hear you.

If it is possible to die of grief then why on earth can't someone be healed by happiness?

The fate of all things cherished and expensive, to be lost at hazard, and well before their time

What happened to Violet was terrible, and I__ not saying fate happens without blame. But when fate turns out well, everyone should forget the bad road that got us here.

And the geography of the thing--the geography of them--was completely and hopelessly wrong.

She needed to recover. His father had died in January; it was only the end of May. They needed to stick to the routine they'd established during the intervening months. in that way, their life would return to its original shape, like a spring stretched in bad times but contracting eventually into happiness. That the world could come permanently unsprung had never occurred to him.