A good poem brims with reflected beauty and even a bracing, beautiful ugliness. At the center of our lives, in the midst of the busyness and the forgetting, is a story that makes sense when everything...
From the beginning, through the middle years and up to the end: too bad, too bad, too bad.
That amazing time in our lives is gone, and will never return. All the beautiful possibilities we had then have been swallowed up in the flow of time.
The older I get the more I enjoy my childhood…! ~James A. Murphy
There is nothing in the path of life that we don't already know before we start. Nothing important is learned
this free - man's prison known as life.
To travel is to see the world as it is.
God's definition of what matters is pretty straightforward. He measures our lives by how we love.
Parenting is something that happens mostly while you're thinking of something else.
Sometimes I think I must have a Guardian Idiot. A little invisible spirit just behind my shoulder, looking out for me... only he's an imbecile.
Pursuit of material gain is ultimately empty when measured against eternity;
She felt... how life, from being made up of little separate incidents which one lived one by one, became curled and whole like a wave which bore one up with it and threw one down with it, there, with...
Life is solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short. It has no plan, no point, no hidden mysteries that make up for the oh-so-obvious miseries and banalities.
The Martians discovered the secret of life among animals. The animal does not question life. It lives. Its very reason for living is life; it enjoys and relishes life.
Something he knew he had missed: the flower of life. But he thought of it now as a thing so unattainable and improbable that to have repined would have been like despairing because one had not drawn...
The Red Lion was a four-ale bar with a handful of lowbrowed sons of toil who looked as though they...
What could you do? Major Major asked himself again. What could you do with a man who looked you...
If I turned towards books, it was because they were the only sanctuary I knew, one I needed in order...
We all had to pay, but not for the crimes we were accused of. There were other scores to settle.
Havermeyer was a lead bombardier who never missed. Yossarian was a lead bombardier who had been...
Why are they going to disappear him? I don't know. It doesn't make sense. It isn't even good...
the full fury of his storming countenance with its rugged overhang of gullied forehead and huge crag...
Keep in mind that when we talk of a great painting we are not really talking about anything great....
Read me back the last line. 'Read me back the last line,' read back the corporal who could take...
