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

Had he known his death was imminent, he might have gone somewhere else. Instead, he did what we all do. He went about his dull routine as if all the days in the world were still to come

You can either become hardened by all that happens to you or softened.  Choose the second.  Every time.

I am beginning to suspect that nothing that happens is fortuitous, that it all corresponds to a fate laid down before my birth...

some people are meant to stay while others are meant to leave. And there’s really no difference between the two, except the way you change after you realize you have nothing else left to give

“Fate is like a strange, unpopular restaurant, filled with odd waiters who bring you things you never asked for and don’t always like.”