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Friday, October 27, 2017

3am thoughts




Eep: With every sun comes a new day. A new beginning. A hope that things will be better today than they were yesterday. But not for me. The Croods

I have seen the pain and frustration that plays out from having unmet expectations, not just in marriage, but in all relationships. It’s a deadly venom that flows to the heart and wreaks havoc in relationships. link

When we discard a person’s accumulated possessions, we are throwing out the record of a life. The soft thump of the garbage bags on the landing tells of a small, soft death. Is it necessary? Yes. But it’s an erasure that’s irrevocable. Like the ash that surrounds bodies at Pompeii, these objects preserve the shape of a life — even after the living being is gone. link


“All her knowledge is gone now. Everything she ever learned, or heard, or saw. Her particular way of looking at Hamlet or daisies or thinking about love, all her private intricate thoughts, her inconsequential secret musings – they’re gone too. I heard this expression once: Each time someone dies, a library burns. I’m watching it burn right to the ground.”
― Jandy NelsonThe Sky Is Everywhere




What a wee little part of a person's life are his acts and his words! His real life is lead in his head, and is known to none but himself. Mark Twain

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