Life

War is like night, she said. It covers everything.

And in the years when your shadow leaned clear across the land as you lay abed nights with your heartbeat mounting to the billions, his invention must let a man drowse easy in the falling leaves like the boys in autumn who, comfortably strewn in the dry stacks, are content to be a part of the death of the world...

I am sitting here, staring at the dark sky and drunk with memories. Laughing like a maniac while crying an ocean. Somewhere it feels like somebody is kissing my lips passionately. While they are continuously pushing a knife, deep into my chest.

You know children, always playing with the forces of darkness.

My heart, always so strong in the past, was like the fishnet stockings that clung to my legs—torn, shredded, and full of gaping holes.

Hope.It's like a drop of honey, a field of tulips blooming in the springtime. It's a fresh rain, a whispered promise, a cloudless sky, the perfect punctuation mark at the end of a sentence. And it's the only thing in the world keeping me afloat.

Always move towards the light even if you stumble on your path cause it casts a shadow on the miseries of our past.

My wants are so simple I don't even know what they are.

We all need illusions. That's why we love movies.

I wasn't offering her pity,' Mrs. Caswell said impatiently. 'Tragedies don't interest me, tragedies and heartbreaks are all alike, what matters is how a person meets them, how they survive them. Given the inevitability of losses and disappointments in life, that's where the challenge is and the uniqueness. I was offering her sympathy.

An abundant life is one where we are physically strong, mentally sound, and spiritually aflame. I.

Why did I write? Because I found life unsatisfactory.

Sleep was a country for which he could not obtain a visa.

I thought the attractions of being an astronaut were actually, not so much the Moon, but flying in a completely new medium.

All girls who seemed to have everything going for them. And decided they had nothing.

...Underneath that I'd said something else: we were both a couple of asswipes, and now only I'm an asswipe; why? And underneath that, something else: once an asswipe, always an asswipe.

It was nothing less than murder, in her eyes.

The bad news is time flies. The good news is you're the pilot.' -.

It's as if once you hit high school, you're programmed, like a robot, to be an asshole to your parents.

Simply stated, earth is a school-a divine educational process custom-fit to each of us.