Phoebe asked me, Tell me, what do you think of the afterlife?I was a bit nonplussed. I had no idea what she thought, but I knew that the question must be of greater interest to someone of her age than...
She seemed imprisoned in her sadness.
She said to me.
Where there is a lack of other connections, of meaningful moments, in our lives, music can often full the gap.
Beware the treachery of words... Words seem to be well-woven baskets ready to hold your meaning, but they betray you with rotted corners and splintered stays.
I turned from my window. Suddenly it seemed odd for my neighbors on both sides to have visitors while I had none. For the first time, I felt lonely at 'Sconset.Let's cook, Frannie said energetically....
Do you think yourself a string too short to save? Do you think that you are lank and straight, a linear bit with no connection fore or aft? Fear not your insignificance. Nature has a drawer for you. Y...
Beware the treachery of words, Mrs Sparrow. They mean one thing to one person and the opposite to another.
Al día de hoy, al comprender la habilidad del mundo para presionarme hasta que haga lo que no hago, he madurado. Con qué actitud desempeño mi papel, eso depende únicamente de mi.
What can we do with our stories,' he said, 'but tell them?
I'm sorry to burden you,' she said. She felt like a crybaby.'What can we do with our stories,' he said, 'but tell them?
I rather regretted that I did not myself have a sister who was a friend and with whom I could compare myself, the better to understand both my singularity and our commonality.
Where there is a lack of other connections, of meaningful moments, in our lives, music can often fill the gap.
What do you think of God, I asked, for testing the loyalty of Job? I think it is wrong for the strong to test the weak, though it is natural for the weak to test the strong.
Is it not the case that many a life journey starts out in the opposite direction to its destiny?
I feel only sorrow that I have failed to please. Sorrow-and not resentment-for my mother says that resentment is the most readily visible of all the sinful emotions, but sorrow can enhance one's sweet...
He prayeth best who loveth best all things both great and small.
Perhaps Vulnerability was a land that, for some people, could never be entirely traversed.
Of our pasts we seemed to know all we needed to know. Nothing was concealed, and though nothing was overtly revealed, all was known. In guilt and in forgiveness we counted ourselves equals, and always...
Reading, he claims, would broaden my experience of the world. The ideas to be found in serious books would deepen my thinking about every choice I make.