The hope of spring is like the hope of heaven.
The greatest storms begin as gentle breezes.
The dead also do not see, unless they look from a brighter place than this darkling plain where ignorant armies clash by night.
The crazy people of the world shouldn’t get to win. If God won’t make it better after they do have their shitty little victories, then ordinary people have to. They have to try, at least.
The changes are never for the better. No matter how good your intentions are.
That’s your job in this hard world, to keep your love alive and see that you get on, no matter what. Pull your act together and just go on.
That’s the curse of the reading class. We can be seduced by a good story even at the least opportune moments.
Swear to me that if Ih-Ih-It isn’t d-d-dead, you’ll cuh-home back.
Stupidity is one of two things we see most clearly in retrospect. The other is missed chances.
Sometimes the world we live in is a truly weird place.
Sometimes it’s just easier to go along.
Sometimes a man and a woman reach a crossroads and linger there, reluctant to take either way, knowing the wrong choice will mean the end… and knowing there’s so much worth saving.
