I gave you the best of me, he'd told her once, and with every beat of her son's heart, she knew he'd exactly done that. - Nicholas Sparks

...it was in her refusal to allow any of us to indulge in self-pity of any kind...through a maddening style of argument, in which the following three statements were repeated in various sequences: </br>A. It's your life + social commentary. </br>B. What you want and what you get are usually two entirely different things. </br>C. No one ever said that life was fair.

At times, he even admitted that he'd been more an observer of the world than a participant in it...

In times of grief and sorrow I will hold you and rock you and take your grief and make it my own. When you cry I cry and when you hurt I hurt. And together we will try to hold back the floods to tears and despair and make it through the potholed street of life