A building is a home if the people who inhabit it have memories and love and a place in the world. Otherwise, it is just a building, a shelter against the elements, and it can never be anything more.
Commitment is a journey that works best when each step taken is carefully measured.
She had grown to accept unpleasantness as a part of life rather than to struggle futilely against truths that could not be changed.
Writers need their writing; they need their imaginary worlds in order to find piece in, or make sense of, the real world.
It is in the nature of things to want to believe that what’s familiar and comfortable will last forever.
We never know what we can be or do until the need is there and we are tested by it.
Anyway, that’s the past, and what matters is the future. That’s how life works, because it’s short and precious and kind of doubtful.
There was that sense of abandoning the familiar for the unknown that characterizes all journeys made for the first time.
It wasn’t simply his choosing to be alone that kept him that way; it was almost a condition of his existence. The feeling that he was an outsider had always been there.
We build too many walls to be honest with ourselves. -Allanon.
We do not always recognize the thing that comes to destroy us.
Your past was your heritage and the foundation on which you were built. You couldn’t start over. You could only repair and move on.
Believe for long enough and it will come to pass. Believe it might be so, and it will be so.
Use Redline wireless, he had argued. Use Bluetooth Extreme. Use something that wasn’t hardwired. It was more dependable, less subject to malfunctions than the more rudimentary system they were using might invite. So.
The future was painted on a canvas of infinite reach; it entailed too many connections and joinings. Change one and you changed others. No amount of insight would enable a single individual to decipher it all.
Past, present, and future, the symbiosis of our lives,” the old man continued quietly, gently. “Our birth, our life, our death, all tied into a single package that we spend our time on this earth unwrapping. Sometimes we see clearly what it is we are looking at. Sometimes we do not. Sometimes things happen to distract or deceive us, and we must look more carefully at what it is we hold.
Hindsight should have lent clarity to his actions; it did not. Rather, he felt a lingering sense of confusion. Everything seemed to jumble together in his mind – all the disparate incomplete reasoning, all the emotions that intertwined and colored. They would not sort themselves out for him; they would not arrange themselves in a neat orderly fashion. They merely shuffled about like stray sheep and he chased after them hopelessly.
It’s more habit than stupidity when I laugh at these things. I laugh at them to stay a sane man.
Often, it is the least likely among us who is in a position to accomplish the most.
Even in lies there are sometimes truths revealed.