Book: Graveyard of Memories
Quotes of Book: Graveyard of Memories
I miss her. God, I do. It's beyond missing; it's a kind of mourning. And not just for everything we had, but for everything we might have had, could have had, if only I had made other choices, if only I had been someone else, or something else. But who, or what, would that be? I try to imagine it and I can't. It feels like a delusion, a deception, a dream. All the world's a stage, isn't that what Shakespeare said? And all the men and women merely players. And so they are. So we all are. But that's poetry. The prose is simpler. Sometimes there's just what you can do. And what you can't. book-quote