" His face wears the blows delivered by life. Half his pain lies in what he omits from his story; the other half sits on his face with a tenebrous weight. I am struck by the thought that we live the life we have and then that of those we love, so that at all times we are aware of either existing suffering or imminent suffering. Even in these far away mountains, despair is still despair. "

― Tsering Wangmo Dhompa , Coming Home to Tibet: A Memoir of Love, Loss, and Belonging