Time is more precious than gold, more precious than diamonds, more precious than oil or any valuable treasures. It is time that we do not have enough of; it is time that causes the war within our hearts, and so we must spend it wisely.
She had been given a wonderful gift: life. Sometimes it was cruelly taken away too soon, but it’s what you did with it that counted, not how long it lasted.
Aim for what u want and the year will all make a sense.
That’s the thing about lessons, you always learn them when you don’t expect them or want them.
How presumptuous they had both been never to consider growing old as an achievement and a challenge. Aging was something they’d both wanted so much to avoid.
I suppose it’s easier to see the way out of anything when you’ve found your way out of that maze. When you’re stuck in the middle, in a series of dead-ends making circles, it’s difficult to make any sense of anything.
Hundreds of butts in piles on the ground to mark the spot, their lives sucked out of them by their users in panicked distressed frenzy, their souls floating around the insides of lungs while their outsides were dropped, stamped on and deserted.
Any tightrope walker can walk in a straight line and hold a cane at the same time. It’s the balancing on the rope at those dizzying heights that they have to practise.
I think I need to face what I could have been in order to understand and accept what I am.
Tonight I’m happy. I will worry about tomorrow when tomorrow comes. But I’m getting there...
I guess when you’re trying to find all the parts of yourself, it’s difficult to be with someone who’s already fully intact.
We have a tendency to put ourselves last, we concentrate on everything else; work, friends, family, home issues, but we ignore the deeper stuff until it becomes so compressed that it can explode.
Believe me, when you die, it’s everybody else’s but your problem.
Children need close friends to help them grow up, to discover things about themselves and about life. They also need close friends to keep them sane.
You all looked so happy together in the photograph. You looked like the perfect family. Is there such a thing anymore because if there is, my happy little unit was definitely not in the queue when they were handing out the titles.
We haven’t lost everything, if we haven’t lost our hope.
When you’re on your own, you look for signs. Sometimes you make them up, sometimes they’re actually there, but most of the time you can’t tell the difference from the two.
So now, all alone or not, you gotta walk ahead. Thing to remember is if we’re all alone, then we’re all together in that too.
We’re so arrogant, aren’t we? So afraid of age, we do everything we can to prevent it. We don’t realize what a privilege it is to grow old with someone. Someone who doesn’t drive you to commit murder or doesn’t humiliate you beyond repair.
Close your eyes and stare into the dark.