He was responsible. He was good. It's easy to be emotional. You can always make a scene. Highs and lows make you feel that things matter, but they're nothing. So what's something? Being reliable is so...
He was not such a special person. He loved to read very much, and also to write. He was a poet, and he exhibited me many of his poems. I remember many of them. They were silly, you could say, and abou...
He talked and talked, his words fell through him, trying to find the floor of his sadness.
He shrugged his shoulders, like he had no idea what I was talking about. I loved that.
He Wrote, Are you OK?I told him, My eyes are crummy.He wrote, But are you OK?I told him, That's a very complicated question.He wrote, That's a very simple answer.I asked, Are you OK?He wrote, Some mor...
Grandfather kicked the stop pedal, and my face gave a high-five to the front window.
Grandfather interrogates me about you every day. He desires to know if you forgive him for the things he told you about the war, and about Herschel. (You could alter it, Jonathan. For him, not for me....
From space, astronauts can see people making love as a tiny speck of light. Not light, exactly, but a glow that could be mistaken for light--a coital radiance that takes generations to pour like honey...
Every parent who loses a child finds a way to laugh again. The timbre begins to fade. The edge dulls. The hurt lessens. Every love is carved from loss.
Even if Lady Macbeth could have removed that damn spot, wouldn't her hands have been red from all of the scrubbing?
Even if I don't like what I am, I know what I am. My children like what they are, but they don't know what they are. So tell me which is worse.
Era o tristete printre el si fotografie si nimic pe lume nu ma speria mai mult.
Does it make you sad that we love the kids more than we love each other? That exact line—those words in that order—had been in the script for months.
Did she always have something to read in front of her so she wouldn't have to look at anything else?
Deep down, the young are lonelier than the old.' I read that in a book somewhere and it's stuck in my head. Maybe it's true. Maybe it's not true. More likely, the young and the old are lonely in diffe...
De Verenigde Naties vatten de milieueffecten van de vleesindustrie als volgt samen: Het fokken van dieren voor de voedselproductie (ongeacht of dat in de bio-industrie of op traditionele wijze gebeurt...
Cutting down that tree was my last war! I asked him who won, which I thought was a nice question, because it would let him say that he won, and feel proud. He said, The ax won! It's always that way!
Compounding Julia’s irritation was the fact that Mark and Jennifer were the parents of one of Sam’s friends, and thought of Jacob and Julia as their friends, and wanted to have a coffee after to catch...
But he also knew that there is an inflationary aspect to love, and that should his mother, or Rose, or any of those who loved him find out about each other, they would not be able to help but feel of...
But I knew that there couldn't be pockets that enormous. In the end, everyone loses everyone. There was no invention to get around that, and so I felt, that night, like the turtle that everything else...