That was the danger. Not that betrayals happened, not that cruel things happened, but that they could outweigh all the good. That we could forget the good and only remember the bad.
When my death us do part Then shall forgiven and forgiving meet again, Or will it be, as always was, too late?
Not a spoon clinked against a mug, not a creamer was popped, peeled and opened, not a breath. It was as though something else had joined them then. As though silence had taken a seat.
I’ve been treating you with courtesy and respect because that’s the way I choose to treat everyone. But never, ever mistake kindness with weakness.
Abby Hoffman said we should all eat what we kill. That would put an end to war.
I think many people love their problems. Gives them all sorts of excuses for not growing up and getting on with life.
Plenty of time for a close friendship to turn to hate. As only a good friendship could. The conduit to the heart was already created.
The reason “belonging” was so potent, so attractive, so much a part of the human yearning, was that it also meant safety, and loyalty. If you were “one of us” you were protected.
Funny how imperfections on the outside mean something splendid beneath.
His theory is that life is loss,’ said Myrna after a moment. ‘Loss of parents, loss of loves, loss of jobs. So we have to find a higher meaning in our lives than these things and people. Otherwise we’ll lose ourselves.
I think you might try leading your life as though it’s just you. If he comes back and you know your life will be better with him, then great. But you’ll also know you’re enough on your own.
Olivier looked at him blankly. But the Chief Inspector had seen that look before. It was, in fact, almost impossible to look blank. Unless the person wanted to. A blank face to the Chief Inspector meant a frantic mind.
Myrna could spend happy hours browsing bookcases. She felt if she could just get a good look at a person’s bookcase and their grocery cart, she’d pretty much know who they were.
Life is change. If you aren’t growing and evolving, you’re standing still, and the rest of the world is surging ahead.
Where there is love there is courage, where there is courage there is peace, where there is peace there is God. And when you have God, you have everything.
Life is choice. All day, everyday. Who we talk to, where we sit, what we say, how we say it. And our lives become defined by our choices. It’s as simple and as complex as that. And as powerful. so when I’m observing that’s what I’m watching for. The choices people make.
Every decade of my life I attempted to write a novel. But I had nothing to say. I was far too self-absorbed, and now I realize I was writing for others, so that they’d applaud me, see my genius, tell me how wonderful I am, or be jealous of my success.
Now here’s a good one: you’re lying on your deathbed. You have one hour to live. Who is it, exactly, you have needed all these years to forgive?
I’m just like this. I have no talent for choosing my battles. Life seems, strangely, like a battle to me. The whole thing.
No good ever comes from putting up walls. What people mistake for safety is in fact captivity. And few things thrive in captivity.