People want to ignore what they can't understand. They're looking for logic at any cost.

But what we are given is taken as well, so that we know God's glory comes to us from His will alone.

The only people out at this hour were ones who couldn't sleep,those haunted by one thing or another:love thwarted, love lost, love thrown away. They were the sort of people who didn't want to be noticed, who wanted to slip through shadows, be alone with their despair.

One of my favorites is "Time and Again" by Jack Finney. It takes place in Manhattan and goes back and forth between 1882 and the 1950s. It's really a cult book.

I saw the end of his life right there in that single moment. His pride, his decency, his secrets, his death.

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.

...he had a way of taking your hand which made it clear he'd have to be the one to let go." From Alice Hoffman's "Local Girls", pg.102.