You only have to forgive once. To resent, you have to do it all day, every day.
Perhaps when it comes to it, no one is just the worst thing they ever did.
Love’s bigger than rule books.
Sometimes the contract to forget is as important as any promise to remember.
When it comes to the ocean, anything’s possible, I suppose. Anything at all.
Later still, the war memorials would sprout from the earth, dwelling not on the loss, but on what the loss had won, and what a fine thing it was to be victorious. “Victorious and dead,” some muttered, “is a poor sort of victory.
He struggles to make sense of it – all this love, so bent out of shape, refracted, like light through the lens.
Perhaps none of this existed, for the inches between them seemed to divide into two entirely different realities, and they no longer joined.
Never be sorry for smiling!
No one ever has or ever will travel quite the same path on earth...