Life

I've never seen grief like it. Grief like that, it's like an animal. She's not eating. She's not sleeping. She's whimpering. She's sluggish. She's not herself.

Conclusion 1:Boredom= Flared tempers= hard words.

One day you will just wake up and you will do not want to remember that it was a real fact, what has happened before you fell asleep.

Godot is whatever it is in life that you are waiting for: 'I'm waiting to win the lottery. I'm waiting to fall in love'. For me, as a child, it was Christmas. At least that eventually came.

The instant that the blade tore open his flesh, the bright disk of the sun soared up and exploded behind his eyelids.

As a child I was an inveterate liar. As opposed to now, I am a Novelist.

Every now and then I read a poem that does touch something in me, but I never turn to poetry for solace or pleasure in the way that I throw myself into prose.

Lilliet Berne, La Generale, newly returned to Paris after a year spent away, the Falcon soprano whose voice was so delicate it was rumored she endangered it even by speaking, her silences as famous as her performances.

I had a strange feeling that Fate had in store for me exquisite joys and exquisite sorrows.

It's a sad thing to contemplate, but I'm the last surviving cast member of 'The African Queen.'.

I don't understand how I can always want to sleep, hate waking up, and yet be afraid of death.

Before the next minute had passed, they had all fallen to the ground. Just like that. As though someone had reached inside and turned off a switch.'What happened?' Matt asked, gasping.I went from one person to the next, trying to wake them up, but they were all dead, wrote Daft Donald.

For the future, I shall rely only upon those elements of my character which I have tested. Who would ever have said that I should find pleasure in shedding tears? That I should love the man who proves to me that I am nothing more than a fool?

The priceless gifts (life, love, joy, goodness, family, nature) are freely given by the Creator.

He was so lonely that he laughed at himself.

Shut lips, sleeping faces,Every stopped machine,The dumb and littered placesWhere crowds have been:.All silences rejoice,Weep (loudly or low),Speak-but with the voiceOf whom, I do not know.

Women were very queer. Unexpectedly cruel and unexpectedly kind.

There is no way of stopping death, not here. You can prolong it. But at some point, it is bound to catch up to you.

We do what we enjoy, even if it is act of evil.

Did you once have a grand plan which has become obsolete and no longer serves you? If there are areas in your life which must change to help you create better results, a redesign may be in order. Consider going back to the ‘drawing board’ to deconstruct what isn’t working and start anew.