Miles was still mourning the loss of his Romantic Plan. ‘There was going to be champagne, and oysters, and you’ — he held out both hands as though shifting a piece of furniture — ‘were going to be sitting there, and I was going to get down on one knee, and…and…
I’d imagine “murderess” trumps “wife” when defining a close relationship.
Love is a feeling that is imposed on you. You cannot be lazy; it is up to you to make things work and make the best of it.
Intersections are crash magnets.
I pretended to be a Cheyenne guide. I pretended to be a prairie woman. I pretended Henry was my old-timey husband taking me to our new homestead. I leaned down and patted Trouble’s neck. “Good boy,
How was I supposed to know what’s real and what’s not? It feels like I’m the only one who doesn’t know the difference.
My faith gives me the ability to say, whatever is next, I’m ready. If it is Hillary or Trump I am ready because they might sit on the desk but they do not sit on the throne.
If we would remember that all the trees of earth are marked for the woodman’s axe, we should not be so ready to build our nests in them.
People will come and go as they are scheduled to. Let them. Holding on does not affect them, only you.
We are disposable tonight.
We are regrettable tonight.
We can’t touch one another without the world imploding, tonight.