We all know that art is not truth. Art is a lie that makes us realize truth, at least the truth that is given us to understand.
Wandering and confused, lost to myself, ill-assorted, contradictory, Pausing, gazing, bending, and stopping
To all the ships at sea, and all the ports of call. To my family and to all friends and strangers. This is a message, and a prayer. The message is that my travels taught me a great truth. I already ha...
The romantics would call this a love story:the cynics would call it a tragedy. In my mind it's a little bit of both, and no matter how you choose to view it in the end, it does not change the fact tha...
The next time you're mad at me, talk to me,' he said. 'Don't shut me out. I don't like playing games. And by the way, I had a great time, too.
The greater the love, the greater the tragedy when it’s over. Those two elements always go together.
That's the difference between family and friends. Family is always there, no matter what, even when it's not right next door. Which means that you'll find a way to keep the connection alive. Especiall...
That he would love her no matter what she told him, and that he was the kind of man who loved her already and would love her forever.
Sometimes there would be someone else out there, someone she didn't know, but when they saw each other each would nod, as if making a secret pact. No question, no small talk..agreed
She saw in his eyes that he knew she was thinking about him. She liked the fact that he knew it, and she hoped he had been thinking about her as well.
Our story has three parts: a beginning, a middle, and an end. And although this is the way all stories unfold, I still can't believe that ours didn't go on forever.
Life passes by now like the scenery outside a car window. I breathe and eat and sleep as I always did, but there seems to be no great purpose in my life that requires active participation on my part.....
La poesía no debía de ser objeto de análisis, pensó; debía inspirar sin motivo, emocionar sin intervención del entendimiento.
It would be like describing colors to someone blind from birth: The words might be understood, but the concept would remain mysterious and private.
It takes a long time to grow an old friend. Trust is built one single moment at a time.
Is it possible, I wonder, for a man to truly change? Or do character and habit form the immovable boundaries of our lives?
If you weren't going to tell me, why did you bring me down here? So I could watch you die?No, sweetie. Just the opposite. He rolled his head to face her. I asked you to come so I could watch you live.
If you love Alex now, then love him forever. Make him laugh again, and cherish the time you spend together. Take walks and ride your bikes, curl up on the couch and watch movies beneath a blanket. Mak...
If hers are the stars in the nighttime sky, mine are the haunted empty spaces in between.
If conversation was the lyrics, laughter was the music,