I do believe that people can only be in love with one landscape in their lifetime. One can appreciate and enjoy many geographies, but there is only one that one feels in one’s bones.
But marriage is forever.’
‘Oh, not really,’ he assured her. ‘Only until one of us dies.’
Her eyes widened. ‘I do not want you to die,’ she said.
‘Perhaps you will go first,’ he said, ‘though I rather think I hope not. I would probably have grown accustomed to you by then and would miss you.
The moment a person feels he has nothing left to learn is the moment life prepares to hit him hard enough to correct such ignorance.
A crazy certainty had arisen in his mind: a hand – or perhaps a claw – was going to swim up from the grayness of the Kindle’s screen, grab him by the throat, and yank him in.
Though Jesus was in torture on the cross, He thought of praying for His persecutors, of caring for His mother, of securing the good thief’s salvation.
The idea of the future, pregnant with an infinity of possibilities, is thus more fruitful than the future itself, and this is why we find more charm in hope than in possession, in dreams than in reality.
It is the little act of kindness that touches our heart and blossom our life with gladness.
The connection was good. I could hear her breathing in the spaces between our words. How do you talk to the real person whose ghost has haunted you? How do you tell the difference between the two?
I appreciate a straightforward apology the way a tone-deaf person enjoys a fine piece of music.
We’re not going to be sad. We’re going to be angry until we die. It’s the only hope.