He chose you because a plain setting makes the diamond sparkle brighter.
He said you couldn't pretend the terrible things in life didn't happen. You can't clean it up. You keep all the refuse and the scars. It's how you learn. And try to make improvements.
It's not fair.It's not. But then, that's the game. It makes life great. The fact that it ends when we don't want it to. The ending gives it meaning.
How scary and sudden the shift from Living to Dead.
How was it possible scientists were able to locate the edge of the observable universe, the Cosmic Light Horizon (Our universe is 13.7 billion light years long, wrote Harry Mills Cornblow, Ph.D., with...
It was true. After our divorce, I'd ended up in a slight relationship with my last research assistant, Aurelia Feinstein, age 34-though let me state for the record it was not as hot as it sounded. Mak...
I hate how the people who really you are the ones you can never hold on to for very long. And the ones who don’t understand you stick around.
They looked happy, but, of course, that didn't say much.
We're living longer, we social network alone with our , and our depth of feeling gets shallower. Soon it'll be nothing but a tide pool, then a thimble of water, then a .
I pretended not to notice, but Dad looked sort of deflated there on the edge of my bed. A lost, even humbled look was wandering around his face (quite surprised to be there). Seeing him like this, so...
I pretended to be somebody I wanted to be until I became that person. Or he became me.’ In the end, a man turns into what he thinks he is, however large or small.
There might be a Starbucks on every corner and an iPhone at every ear, but don’t worry, people are still fucking crazy.
I saw very little as it truly was. But that was what Martha taught me. We swear we see each other, but all we are ever able to make out is a tiny porthole view of an ocean. We think we remember the pa...
To be sensitive is fine, but it makes day-to-day living- life -rather painful.
It sounds like something out of a night film. Not real life.
I took a step inside to get a better look and realized the man was actually Christ, the way he appeared in Sunday-school classrooms: milky complexion, starched blue dressing gown, a beard trimmed as p...
There was an unspoken understanding that when a reporter chased a story, hunches and theories became airborne and other reporters could catch them like a cold.
We are all anthologies. We are each thousands of pages long, filled with fairy tales and poetry, mysteries and tragedy, forgotten stories in the back no one will ever read. The most we can do is hold...
Take as much care with words expressing your sentiments as you will crafting your doctoral dissertation.
Into that empty form they could unload the grief and regret of their own lives, be rid of it, feel lucky and light for a few days, comforted by the thought, At least that wasn’t me.
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