Here's the thing about luck...you don't know if it's good or bad until you have some perspective.

Here's the thing about luck...you don't know if it's good or bad until you have some perspective.

When I walk, I walk with you. Where I go, you're with me always.

Sometimes the right thing feels all wrong until it is over and done with.

Our rest is formed by our waking life and our waking life is formed by our sorrows.

... but where do we go?"(Elinor)
"I used to think there was a plan, a rough plan, but a plan all the same," the doctor admitted. "Now, I believe there are a thousand plans. Every breath, every decision, influences the plan, expands it, shortens it, twists it all around. It's always changing. Those of us lucky enough to make it through the multitude of possible diseases and accidents get old. We get tired. We close our eyes."
"And then? Where are we then?"
Silly to ask him as though he knew, but in fact the doctor didn't hesitate. He took Elinor's hand and placed it on his chest, in the place where he knew his heart to be.
"There."
Elinor smiled and thought at last. At last someone had told her the truth.