Sarah Winman quotes:

The choir sang and the old man sang and Drake couldn't sing, and suddenly he began to cry because of the music, because of the sound of the boys' voices, because of what they might turn into.

She was always like that: grateful for life itself. Her glass was not only half full, it was gold plated with a permanent refill.

Memories no matter how small or inconsequential are the pages that define us.

Nothing stays forgotten for long, Elly. Sometimes we simply have to remind the world that we're special and that we're still here.

Without reason, why bother? Existence needs purpose: to be able to endure the pain of life with dignity; to give us a reason to continue. The meaning must enter our hearts, not our heads. We must understand the meaning of our suffering

You can hold onto anything to make you carry on.