I do love you and what else matters but that.
Suffering is universal.
We fell. We got up. We ran.
I can’t remember, because I never knew.
We’d failed, maybe, but some mysteries aren’t meant to be solved.
But we can’t know better until knowing better is useless.
We think that we are invincible because we are.
Most loves don’t last. But some do.
Lies are attempts to hide the truth by willfully denying facts. Fiction, on the other hand, is an attempt to reveal the truth by ignoring facts.
We look back to the most important moment in our history, and that becomes the dividing line between what we were and what we are now.
I’m not embarrassed by my faith, and I’m also not embarrassed by my doubt.
This is so much fun, but I’m so sleepy. To be continued?
But that part of us greater than the sum of our parts cannot begin and cannot end, and so it cannot fail.
There’s your labyrinth of suffering. We are all going. Find your way out of that maze.
But if you consider all the unlikely things together, at least one of them will probably happen to each of us.
I smiled. She smiled. I believed the smile.
Doing stuff never feels as good as you hope it will feel.
To be abandoned like that! Shut out when you most need to be loved.
The easiest way to solve a mystery is to decide that there is no mystery to solve.
Maybe this time she wanted to be found, and to be found by me.