There was always a quest for more minutes, more hours, faster progress to accomplish more in each day. The simple joy of living between summers was gone.
Didn’t people call New Year’s the loneliest night on the calender? She took comfort in knowing somewhere on the planet, someone might be as miserable as she was.
She felt worthless and hollow. There was no hope of fixing this. And when hope is gone, time is punishment.
But you grab a moment, or you let it pass.
Learn what you do not know. Understand the consequences of counting the moments.
What in life can love not penetrate?
Parents rarely let go of their children, so children let go of them. They move on. They move away.
But man invents nothing God did not create first.
A heart weighs more when it splits in two; it crashes in the chest like a broken plane.
We’re gonna make up for that. We’re gonna live a long time together.
He almost told her everything right then, that very moment. But you grab a moment, or you let it pass. He let it pass.
Knowing something and understanding it were not the same thing.
Once, lovers on faraway shores sat by candlelight and dipped ink to parchment, writing words that could not be erased. They took an evening to compose their thoughts, maybe the next evening as well.
There is a reason God limits man’s days.
Don’t get too attached to anything.
What will you do with the time you have left?
It’s amazing the fantasies your mind can put together.
So many times I feel I’m using the same words over and over, like a woman wearing the same dress every day. So boring!
The dead sit at our tables long after they have gone.
Once heaven is done with grandma, we’d like her back, thanks.