How does one end a moment like this? It would kill her to feel him pull away. She had to be first. In a moment. One moment more. Yes. Now
When something changes your life, Lisette, you remember everything.
Train yourselves by seeking and acknowledging beauty moment by moment every day of your lives,
Things that have been lost and then found are doubly precious, don't you think. People too.
The painting showed she did not yet know that lives end abruptly, that much of living is repetition and separation, that buttons forever need re-sewing no matter how ferociously one works the thread,...
Sì. Ma la bellezza non è tutto. E' meglio essere assetati di bellezza e comprenderla, che essere belli e basta. Alla fine la vita risulta più ricca. Un giorno forse lo imparerà.
I've come to think that if doing something simple or silly can give a person pleasure, then, by God, do it
I know. But it’s got to be this way, that she isn’t sure, so people looking at it a long time from now, women and men too, might feel badly, might even weep that at some ignorant time there was once a...
How love builds itself unconsciously, he thought, out of the momentous ordinary.
He and I had a bridge that no one else traveled that made us artistic lovers, passionate without a touch of the flesh. He made me thrive, and valuing that, I could do nothing that would endanger it.
Has it ever occurred to you that to clutch at life fearfully, unwilling to spend it, is not a form of gratitude to God for life? Lizzie looked at her as if pained by some bright light. But to fling on...
Bicyclist's Philosophy of Life..."It's a matter of faith. You can keep upright only by moving forward. You have to have your eyes on the goal, not the ground.
At age seventy-four, she was asked what had been the outstanding events of her life. She responded, Work and more work! . . . loving everything terrifically. . . . The outstanding event to me is the d...
William uncorked the bottle and poured. 'Here’s to the end of summer.' 'A beautiful summer,' Bernard added. 'I wish it would last forever,' Alice said. 'You wouldn’t value it as much,' said Bernard. '...
This girl, when she became a woman, would risk all, sacrifice all, overlook and endure all in order to be one with her beloved.
Maybe that's what love was -- walking willingly into the unknown for the sake of the other.
How easily a parent’s motive could be misconstrued by an injured child.
Her stony coldness was more convincing of the cataclysm than the dirt. Argument was as futile now as blame in Eden. I could not bear to look at her. She had cast away her soul.
But even one-way love, fleeting love, is better than no love at all. I’m grateful for having had the feeling.
Be courageous with color. Let it pour out of you.