Some fates are guaranteed, no matter who tries to intervene.

Here's the thing about luck...you don't know if it's good or bad until you have some perspective.

I was beginning to understand.My grandmother's love was cold because she was afraid of things;that was why everything had to be perfect.

Everything was red, the air, the sun, whatever I looked at. Except for him. I fell in love with someone who was human. I watched him walk through the hills and come back in the evening when his work was through. I saw things no woman would see: that he knew how to cry, that he was alone. I cast myself at him, like a fool, but he didn't see me. And then one day he noticed I was beautiful and he wanted me. He broke me off and took me with him, in his hands, and I didn't care that I was dying until I actually was.

In "Faithful," Ray Bradbury is discussed a lot. The characters read "The Illustrated Man."

Maybe some love was guaranteed. Maybe it fit inside you and around you like skin and bones.

I really feel like the gift is also the curse. It's always half-and-half. Whatever brings you the most joy will also probably bring you the most pain. Always a price to pay