You make a life out of what you have, not what you're missing.
A girl expecting rescue never learns to save herself. Even with the means, she will find her courage wanting.
Memory is a cruel mistress with whom we all must learn to dance.
It's a terrible thing, isn't it, the way we throw people away?
Reluctance to begin is quick to befriend procrastination. . . .
The happiest folk are those that are busy, for their minds are starved of time to seek out woe.
No two people will ever see or feel things in the same way, Merry. The challenge is to be truthful when you write. Don't approximate. Don't settle for the easiest combination of words. Go searching instead for those that explain exactly what you think. What you feel.
Cassandra always hid when she read, though she never quite knew why. It was as if she couldn't shake the guilty suspicion that she was being lazy, that surrendering herself so completely to something so enjoyable must surely be wrong. But surrender she did. Let herself drop through the rabbit hole and into a tale of magic and mystery.
Life could be cruel enough these days without the truth making it worse.
A true friend is a light in the dark. Viven
He had the vague sense of standing on a threshold, the crossing of which would change everything.
Quite simply the book and I were meant to be together.
... for home is a magnet that lures back even its most abstracted children.
In real life turning points are sneaky. They pass by unlabeled and unheeded. Opportunities are missed, catastrophes unwittingly celebrated. Turning points are only uncovered later, by historians who seek to bring order to a lifetime of tangled moments.
What could be more perfect than marrying the person you love.
It is a cruel, ironical art, photography. The dragging of captured moments into the future; moments that should have been allowed to be evaporate into the past; should exist only in memories, glimpsed through the fog of events that came after. Photographs force us to see people before their future weighed them down.
In each man's heart there lies a hole. A dark abyss of need, the filling of which takes precedence over all else.
It's special, grandparents and grandchldren. So much simpler. Is it always so, I wonder? I think perhaps it is. While one's child takes a part of one's heart to use and misuse as they please, a grandchild is different. Gone are the bonds of guilt and responsibility that burden the maternal relationship. The way to love is free.
The stretch of years leaves none unmarked: the blissful sense of youthful invincibility peels away and responsibility brings its weight to bear.
I write what I'd like to read and just hope that, along the way, others might like to read them, too.
True love, it's like an illness. I never understood it before. In books and plays. Poems. I never understood what drove otherwise intelligent, right-thinking people to do such extravagant, irrational things. Now I do. It's an illness. You can catch it when you least expect. There's no known cure. And sometimes, in its most extreme, it's fatal.
It was such a pleasure to sink one's hands into the warm earth, to feel at one's fingertips the possibilities of the new season.
Gerry?' Laurel had to strain to hear thought the noise on the other end of the line. 'Gerry? Where are you?' 'London. A phone booth on Fleet Street.' 'The city still has working phone booths?' 'It would appear so. Unless this is the Tardis, in which case I'm in serious trouble.
I'm good with words, but not the spoken kind; I've often thought what a marvelous thing it would be if I could only conduct relationships on paper.
... people who'd led dull and blameless lives did not give thanks for second chances.
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