Parents rarely let go of their children, so the children let go of them. They move on. They move away. The moments that used to define them—a mother’s approval, a father’s nod—are covered by moments of their own accomplishments. It is not until much later, as the skin sags and the heart weakens, that children understand; their stories, and all their accomplishments, sit atop the stories of their mothers and fathers, stones upon stones, beneath the water of their lives.
"The Five People You Meet In Heaven" by Mitch Albom (via holobee)
She was quiet for a moment or two. Then she said: ‘Cruel words are a terrible thing, Quash. Sometimes you regret them. But what’s been said cannot be unsaid.
Edward Rutherfurd, New York (via eloluctant)