I read once that the ancient Egyptians had fifty words for sand & the Eskimos had
a hundred words for snow. I wish I had a thousand words for love, but all that comes to mind is the way you move against me while you sleep and there are no words for that.
She said she usually cried at least once each day not because she was sad, but because the world was so beautiful and life was so short.
I was waiting for the longest time, she said. I thought you forgot.
It is hard to forget, I said, when there is such an empty space when you are gone.
You may not remember the time you let me go first.
Or the time you dropped back to tell me it wasn't that far to go.
Or the time you waited at the crossroads for me to catch up.
You may not remember any of those, but I do and this is what I have to say to you:
Today, no matter what it takes,
we ride home together.
Anyone can slay a dragon ...but try waking up every morning and loving the world all over again. That's what takes a real hero.
Wanting him to come back before anyone notices part of the world has not moved since he left.
She left pieces of her life behind her everywhere she went. It's easier to feel the sunlight without them, she said.
Time stands still best in moments that look suspiciously like ordinary life.
Everything changed the day she figured out there was exactly enough time for the important things in her life.