Was it ever right to sacrifice one’s truth for expedience?
Well,” August said, going right on with her pasting, “you know, she’s really just the figurehead off an old ship, but the people needed comfort and rescue, so when they looked at it, they saw Mary, and so the spirit of Mary took it over. Really, her spirit is everywhere, Lily, just everywhere. Inside rocks and trees and even people, but sometimes it will get concentrated in certain places and just beam out at you in a special way.
And I was struck all at once how life was out there going through its regular courses, and I was suspended, waiting, caught in a terrible crevice between living my life and not living it.
I sit in my new room and write everything down. My heart never stops talking.
And there they were. All these mothers. I have more mothers than any eight girls off the street. They are the moons shining over me.
And when you get down to it, Lily, that is the only purpose grand enough for a human life. Not just to love but to persist in love.
The sorry truth is you can walk your feet to blisters, walk till kingdom-come,
You know, some things don’t matter that much…Like the color of a house. How big is that in the overall scheme of life? But lifting a person’s heart – now, that matters.
women made the best beekeepers, cause they have a special ability in them to love creatures that sting.
I’d chosen the regret I could live with best, that’s all. I’d chosen the life I belonged to.