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...

Now the New Year reviving old Desires, The thoughtful Soul to Solitude retires.

Mykl d'Angelo groaned where he sat slumped in his chair. The irritating noise was unsettling his pet dog lying on his lap. The wickerwork garden chair creaked pleasantly under him and some native...

Thank God I've wasted my youth already. I don't want to do that again.

Like a speeding train I am passing by... I don't know where I'm heading with whom or why. All I know is that I will never, ever pass from here again. All I know is I'm skidding forward on this track...

And the wind falls silent, and the birds fall silent, and the wild cherry trees no longer shiver and creek.

When I was foolish, I detested sagacity. I ate the fruits of my foolishness and ignorance. I thank God because I was once foolish. It was from my foolishness that I learnt and understood the true...

Greatness is not always good.

It was like watching a movie being played on the blank screen of his mind; the only difference was that he did not get bored, no matter how many times he watched it.

Memories are powerful that way. They can bring back to another place and time and make them laugh or cry all over again.

I look around the room and can't help but think about how it is the little things we look back on in life. I wonder how often people think that they should pay more attention to them.

I think about how Grandpa Z says the sky is blue because it's dusty and octopuses can unscrew the tops off jars and starfish have eyes at the tips of their arms. I think: No matter what happens, no...

You gotta look backwards to go forwards.

I think so much maybe it never ends when this night ends there's another at hand I sleep with one and wake with one with everything else on this life goes on.

I travel because it makes me realize how much I haven't seen, how much I'm not going to see, and how much I still need to see.

She held the book in her hands, feeling a sense of awe, and lightly ran a finger over its cover as if it contained sacred writings.

They came and they went; they ached and pained. They laughed privately and cried to themselves as if heeding a way - off silent call. They were forever childish, sweet and convulsive. They heard sound...

Life simply blew through her.

Words of war, on a piece of paper. Where peace is torn off, crumbled and toss in the waste basket.

It was his wedding day, and then it was any day; it was nothing, and then it was forever.