Someday they will die, their children will die, all children will die.

Someday stars will wind down or

blow up. Someday death will cover us all like the water of a lake and perhaps nothing will ever come
to the surface to show that we were ever there. But we were there, and during the time we lived, we
were alive. That's the truth- what is, what was, what will be- not what could be, what should have
been, what never can be. If we die, then our death has meaning to the rest of the universe. Even if our
lives are unknown, the fact that someone lived here, and died, that will have repercussions, that will
shape the universe.
Orson Scott Card, Children of the Mind

We have our feelings, we make our decisions, but in the end we look back on our lives and see how
sometimes we ignored our feelings, while most of our decisions were actually rationalizations because
we had already decided in our secret hearts before we ever recognized it consciously.
Orson Scott Card, Children of the Mind

Changing the world is good for those who want their names in books. But being happy, that is for
those who write their names in the lives of others, and hold the hearts of others as the treasure most
dear.
Orson Scott Card, Children of the Mind

All the stories are fictions. What matters is which fiction you believe.
Orson Scott Card, Children of the Mind

And enough for me that when my hand touched your shoulder, you leaned on me; and when you felt
me slip away, you called my name.
Orson Scott Card, Children of the Mind

Everyone dies. Everyone leaves. What matters is the things you build together before they go. What
matters is the part of them that continues in you when they're gone.
Orson Scott Card, Children of the Mind

The lives of all people flow through time, and, regardless of how brutal one moment may be, how
filled with grief or pain or fear, time flows through all lives equally.
Orson Scott Card, Children of the Mind

But the truth is that no person ever understands another, from beginning to end of life, there is no
truth that can be known, only the story we imagine to be true, the story they really believe to be true
about themselves; and all of them lies.
Orson Scott Card, Children of the Mind