I look at my little girl and I wonder what she's going to be and what she's going to do and what is it that leads girls certain directions in life. I think a lot of that goes back to what kind of...

Life is sad. People, you know, are going to pass, and you know that you will one day.

Hurried and worried until we're buried, and there's no curtain call, Life's a very funny proposition after all.

The beauty of the past belongs to the past.

During all these years there existed within me a tendency to follow Nature in her walks.

Autumn's the mellow time.

The beach is a natural park, without the greenery but the sand is a natural toy.

He who has lived a day has lived an age.

Life is a jig saw puzzle with most of the pieces missing.

I love the start of autumn when the trees in my garden change the colour of their leaves in one last dazzling display.

This was a lucky recollection - - it saved her from something like regret.

What happened yesterday was obviously a mistake, and it will never be spoken of again. Goodbye forever.

Goodbye. Goodbye. I can't feel you anymore. The night is almost too beautifully pure for my soul to contain. I walk with my arms spread open under the big fat moon. Heroic weeds rise up from the...

Life is beautifully tragic. Giving it up isn't the hard part

As he walked along, consciously enjoying the early coolness of the morning, he turned and looked behind him. People often do this and are usually surprised to find that there is some reason for...

This is unbearable ... God. These books she'll never read. Her Life's Library.

In the distance, mongrel dogs were howling out the coyote portion of their ancestry. All the sounds of the night seemed to pass through a hollow tunnel of indefinite length.

Someone asked me, what colour were those two years of living in Korea? I thought about it for a long time. There was no colour, I don't know what colour hard work is.

Most fires crackle and pop, but that's not really the fire talking, it's the wood. To hear the fire itself you need a huge blaze like this one, a furnace so powerful it roars with its own wind. I...

MYSTERIES, YES Truly, we live with mysteries too marvelous to be understood. How grass can be nourishing in the mouths of the lambs. How rivers and stones are forever in allegiance with gravity while...

Provided that nothing like useful knowledge could be gained from them, provided they were all story and no reflection, she had never any objection to books at all.

Monkeys are superior to men in this: when a monkey looks into a mirror, he sees a monkey.

The piper never knew we were watchers... ..Sounds echoed - sounds of a Scottish love song. They echoed through the silence, soft and melancholy, as he kept time with his foot, and the metal of the...

Sometimes you have to grow up before you appreciate how you grew up.

People say that your life flashes before your eyes before you die, but they're wrong. It's not your life that passes before you, it's the regrets that do.

To Fred, those years seemed to pass like quickly skimming a book and then finding the ending wasn't what he expected. He wished he'd paid more attention to the story.

It is with true love as with ghosts. Every one talks of it but few have seen it.

Celebrate your life, this is your only life.

Do you think God truly meant for us to keep Him locked in the church? Is He our Sunday pocket watch we only pull out for weddings and funerals and church services? He wishes for us to think about Him...

It's tucked away in a quiet corner, shadowed and obscured, no part of the Nightside's usual bright gaudy neon noir. It doesn't advertise and it doesn't care if you habitually pass by on the other...