Sometimes now was enough. Sometimes it was everything.
There had to be a reason why they were not going to marry. They had both been so adamant about it. What the devil was the reason?
I have read somewhere that we often spend a lifetime searching for what we already have.
And of course the word love has many shades of meaning, as do many, many of the words in our living, breathing language.
One does not simply read books... one climbs inside them and lives there.
But the things is, you see, that two people can never actually become one no matter how close they are. And it would not be desirable even if it were possible. What would happen when one of them died? It would leave the other as a half a person, and that would be a dreadful thing. We must each be a whole person and therefore we each need some privacy to be alone with ourselves and our own feelings.
No time is really wasted unless one never learns the lessons that it offers.
We can never benefit today from the wisdom we will have gained tomorrow.
The trouble with running away is that you must always take yourself with you.
How easy it is to dismiss the outer packaging without an inkling that one is thereby missing the precious beauty within.
We can always do anything as long as we are alive. We can always change, grow, evolve into a far better version of ourselves. It is surely what life is for.
Families are wonderful institution,” he said. “I value mine more than I can possibly say. But each of us has an individual life to live, our own path to tread, our own destiny to forge. You can imagine, if you will, how my family wished to shelter and protect me and do my living for me so that I would never again know fear or pain or abandonment. Eventually I had to step clear of them-or I might have fallen into the temptation of allowing them to do just that.
I do not believe there is right or wrong,” he said. “there is only doing what one must do under given circumstances and living with the consequences and weaving every experiences, good and bad, into the fabric of one’s life so that ultimately one can see the pattern of it all and accept the lessons life has taught.
There is a terrible pain,” she said softly, “about being abandoned by someone who loves someone else more than you. A pain and an emptiness and a determination never again to give anyone that power.
She had never believed in fate. She still did not. It would be nonsense of freedom of will and choice, and it was through such freedom that we worked our way through life and learned what we needed to learn. But sometimes, it seemed to her, there was something, some sign, to nudge one along in a certain direction. What one chose to do with that nudge was up to that person.
One does tend to assume that life must be far easier for others than it ever is for oneself,” he said. “I suspect it rarely is. I daresay life was not meant to be easy.
People do understand the language of the heart, you know, even if the head does not always comprehend it.
The trouble with life sometimes is that we are all in it together.
A funny thing, love. It was not always, or even mostly, a sexual thing.
Once in, when did one fall out of love? It had taken several weeks back in October – though it seemed the feeling had merely lain dormant instead of going away altogether. How long would it take this time? And when would it be gone forever?