When I came into your life your life was over. It had a beginning, a middle, and an end. This is the end. You can say that things could have turned out differently. That they could have been some other way. But what does that mean? They are not some other way. They are this way.

Borrowed time and borrowed world and borrowed eyes with which to sorrow it.

The rain falls upon the just And also on the unjust fellas But mostly it falls upon the just Cause the unjust have the just's umbrellas

I'd rather to make a good run as a bad stand.

People don't pay attention. And then one day there's an accounting. And after that, nothing is the same.

They spoke less and less between them until at last they were silent altogether as is often the way with travelers approaching the end of a journey.

you fix what you can fix and you let the rest go. If there ain't nothin to be done about it it aint even a problem. It's just a aggravation.