He was not in the house. He did not come back that night. Days went by, and at last she understood that he would not return at all.
It was so odd what brought out tenderness in people. It was never what you have expected.
It wasn’t that she was sad-sadness had very little to do with it, really, considering that most of the time, she felt close to nothing at all. Feeling required nerves, connections, sensory input. The only thing she felt was numb. And tired. Yes, she very frequently felt tired.
To be forgotten by the one to whom you never forget is the worst thing ever happens.
It’s a cruel fact of war that it takes little more than applying pressure to one finger to end another person’s life. More than that, it’s a cruel fact of life that we are hardwired to follow the crowd in a moment of panic.
It was hard to know how to play the game when the rules kept changing.
Life is defined by time, appreciate the beauty of time;
A time to plant, a time to harvest.
A time to cry, a time to laugh.
A time to be sad, a time to be happy.
A time to be born, a time to die.
I have died at the ripe age of twenty.
Smile, for the world didn’t get a chance to disappoint me.
I have died at the mature age of ninety.
Smile, for my life was more than satisfying.
I have died suddenly-out of the blue.
Smile, for I didn’t have to fall ill before you.
I have died from a long illness.
Smile, for I had the chance to say goodbye.
I did not want to leave this Earth.
But smile, for I am still here among you.
Why are you crying?
Can you not see I am smiling?
It’s more real to me here than if I went up,” he suddenly heard himself say; and the fear lest that last shadow of reality should lose its edge kept him rooted to his seat as the minutes succeeded each other.
Once the tugboat takes you out to the ocean liner, you got to get all the way on board. Can’t straddle both decks.