That's the way it is at some point in life. An inevitable consequence of living. A lot of things begin falling away.
We are not strong enough to stand up against endless grief, And yet pain is the constant drone of life. So if we are to have any happiness at all, it is only in the passing instant.
History in the making, at least on the personal level, is almost exclusively pathetic. People suffer and die in ignorance and delusion.
Our worst pain is confined within our own skin.
Lily's spirit neediness expressed itself raw as a kerosene blaze in the material world.
Remembering doesn’t change anything—it will always have happened. But forgetting won’t erase it either.
So she guessed you could word hard to make yourself who you wanted to be and yet find that the passing years had transformed you beyond your own recognition. End up disappointed in yourself, despite y...
Life can get fucked up fast when you try to be a pleaser. Because people won't ever be pleased, not even if you drop them ass-first into paradise. They like bitching too much.
The path to contentment was to abide by one's own nature and follow it's path.
I consider it a mutual duty, that we owe to each other, to communicate in a spirit of the utmost frankness and candor. Let it ever be done with unlocked hearts.
It does your mind good to talk to people different from you.
Ada wondered about his hundreds of tunes. Where were they now and where might they go if he died.
With the snow piling up outside, the warm dry cabin hidden in its fold of the mountain felt like a safe haven indeed, though it had not been such for the people who had lived there. Soldiers had found...
They did not talk much while they ate, other than for Ada to say that the Georgia boy did not seem like much of a one as far as men went. Ruby said she found him not particularly worse than the genera...
The instant passed so fast, and when that happens, it goes for good and all you have is a slow lifetime to speculate on revisions. Except time flows one way and drags us with it no matter how hard we...
Nothing changes what already happened. It will always have happened. You either let it break you down or you don't.
They did what they did, and moved forward despite whatever trail of ashes they left behind.
And all the ministers of the various types of local Baptists had declined to participate in retribution for Monroe’s failure to believe in a God with severe limitations on His patience and mercy.
He had been alone in the world and empty for so long. But she filled him full, and so he believed everything that had been taken out of him might have been for a purpose. To clear space for something...
I do know that however hard you try, you can’t see the inside tangle of somebody else’s love—or whatever uglier word applies—not deep enough to make sense of it.
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