Reset, readjust, restart, refocus.As many times as you need to.
Just don't quit!
The couples that are meant to be, are the ones who go through everything that is meant to tear them apart, and come out stronger.
MermaidDiagram Comment.
I would like to be the air that inhabits you for a moment only. I would like to be that unnoticed and that necessary.
Don't let the bastards grind you down.
A truth should exist,it should not be usedlike this. If I love youis that a fact or a weapon?
Romance takes place in the middle distance. Romance is looking in at yourself through a window clouded with dew. Romance means leaving things out: where life grunts and shuffles, romance only sighs.
Truly amazing, what people can get used to, as long as there are a few compensations.
We yearned for the future. How did we learn it, that talent for insatiability?
How could I be sleeping with this particular man.... Surely only true love could justify my lack of taste.
You fit into melike a hook into an eyea fish hookan open eye
We understand more than we know.
Knowing was a temptation. What you don't know won't tempt you.
Our heaven is their hell, said God. I like a balanced universe.
There were a lot of gods. Gods always come in handy, they justify almost anything.
Fatigue is here, in my body, in my legs and eyes. That is what gets you in the end. Faith is only a word, embroidered.
A Paradox, the doughnut hole. Empty space, once, but now they've learned to market even that. A minus quantity; nothing, rendered edible. I wondered if they might be used-metaphorically, of course-to demonstrate the existence of God. Does naming a sphere of nothingness transmute it into being?
Time folds you in its arms and gives you one last kiss, and then it flattens you out and folds you up and tucks you away until it's time for you to become someone else's past time, and then time folds again.
What you don’t know won’t hurt you. A dubious maxim: sometimes what you don’t know can hurt you very much.
Maybe I don't really want to know what's going on. Maybe I'd rather not know. Maybe I couldn't bear to know. The Fall was a fall from innocence to knowledge.
I planned my death carefully, unlike my life, which meandered along from one thing to another, despite my feeble attempts to control it.
One of the gravestones in the cemetery near the earliest church has an anchor on it and an hourglass, and the words In Hope.In Hope. Why did they put that above a dead person? Was it the corpse hoping, or those still alive?
Better not to invent her in her absence. Better to wait until she's actually here. Then he can make her up as she goes along.
They didn't realize that her clumsiness was not the ordinary kind, not poor coordination. It was just because she wasn't sure where the edges of her body ended and the rest of the world began.
The truth is seldom welcome, especially at dinner.
Neither of us says the word love, not once. It would be tempting fate; it would be romance, bad luck.
Nature full strength is more than we can take, Adam One used to say. It's a potent hallucinogen, a soporific, for the untrained Soul. We're no longer at home in it. We need to dilute it. We can't drink it straight. And God is the same. Too much God and you overdose. God needs to be filtered.
Religious people of any serious kind made her nervous: they were like men in raincoats who might or might not be flashers.
You shouldn't do that," said Laura. "You could set yourself on fire.
Time: old cold time, old sorrow, settling down in layers like silt in a pond.
Time is not a line but a dimension, like the dimensions of space. If you can bend space you can bend time also, and if you knew enough and could move faster than light you could travel backward in time and exist in two places at once.
So we couldn't mingle with them, but we could eavesdrop. We got our knowledge that way--we caught it like germs.
Hatred would have been easier. With hatred, I would have known what to do. Hatred is clear, metallic, one-handed, unwavering; unlike love.
A home filled with nothing but yourself. It's heavy, that lightness. It's crushing, that emptiness.
Glenn used to say the reason you can't really imagine yourself being dead was that as soon as you say, 'I'll be dead,' you've said the word I, and so you're still alive inside the sentence. And that's how people got the idea of the immortality of the soul - it was a consequence of grammar.
If you really want to stay the same age you are now forever and ever, she'd be thinking, try jumping off the roof: death's a sure-fire method for stopping time.
...we must be a beacon of hope, because if you tell people there's nothing they can do, they will do worse than nothing.
By telling you anything at all I'm at least believing in you, I believe you're there, I believe you into being. Because I'm telling you this story I will your existence. I tell, therefore you are.
This is how the girl who couldn't speak and the man who couldn't see fell in love.
The Eskimo has fifty-names for snow because it is important to them; there ought to be as many for love.
Potential has a shelf life.
You might even provide a Heaven for them. We need You for that. Hell we can make for ourselves.
It must have been then that I began to lose faith in reasonable argument as the sole measure of truth.
We shouldn't have been so scornful; we should have had compassion. But compassion takes work, and we were young.
I was taking something away from her, although she didn't know it. I was filching. Never mind that it was something she apparently didn't want or had no use for, had rejected even; still, it was hers, and if I took it away, this mysterious "it" I couldn't quite define.
The reason they invented coffins, to lock the dead in, preserve them, they put makeup on them; they didn't want them spreading or changing into anything else. The stone with the name and date was on them to weight them down.
There I am, in the Grade Six class picture, smiling broadly. Happy as a clam, is what my mother says for happy. I am happy as a clam: hardshelled, firmly closed.
And once you've got clocks, you've got death and dead people, because time, as we know, runs on, and then it runs out, and dead people are situated outside of time, whereas living people are still immersed in it.
I shiver: whose feet are walking on my grave? Time, I plead to the air, just a little more time. That's all I need.
The Fall was a fall from innocence to knowledge.
They told us to depend on memory, because nothing written down could be relied on. The Spirit travels from mouth to mouth, not from thing to thing: books could be burnt, paper crumbles away, computers could be destroyed. Only the spirit lives forever, and the Spirit isn't a thing.
I'm not senile," I snapped. "If I burn the house down it will be on purpose.
Maybe I don’t really want to know what’s going on. Maybe I’d rather not know. Maybe I couldn’t bear to know.The Fall was a fall from innocence to knowledge.
Knowledge Strategy Execution
Motivation is a byproduct of action, not the catalyst for it.
Control your thoughts or your thoughts will control you.
Today is a new day. Stop living in the past.
Focus on the step in front of you, not the whole staircase.
You attract what you are, not what you want. If you want great, then be great.
Your goals should scare you a little and excite you a lot.
