Joy, not sorrow. Laughter, not tears. Life, not death. Love, not blame.

— Lisa Schroeder

Lunch can wait. Everything can wait. Time to run.

— Lisa Schroeder

Memories fall like snowflakes upon my dreams. The snowflakes toss and tumble, each different and yet the same.

— Lisa Schroeder

Okay. I will go. But only if you will give me your guilt to take with me.

— Lisa Schroeder

See that's exactly why I don't want a dog." "Why?" "Because it'll just die." "Everybody dies, Brooklyn." Like that makes it okay or something.

— Lisa Schroeder

Sometimes you want to remember. And sometimes you need to forget.

— Lisa Schroeder

THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN ME AND YOU When I hold a rose, I see the soft, velvety petal sand smile, because tucked between those precious petals is a special gift -the one of a fragrance, pure and sweet. When you hold a rose, you see the thorns along the stem, and you frown because those thorn scan bring you pain and cause you to bleed. I see the gift. You see the tragedy. More and more fear that one of these days someone will hand me a Roseland all I will Zaire thorns. Talk about tragedy.

— Lisa Schroeder

The road to happiness is paved with good deeds for others.

— Lisa Schroeder

Three boys. Three deaths. One school. We've made the national news. Is out school cursed? Are we a reckless bunch of fools? The media asks questions no one can answer. Kids can't stop crying.

— Lisa Schroeder

Was it hard?" I ask. Letting go?" Not as hard as holding on to something that wasn't real.

— Lisa Schroeder