You are born into your family and your family is born into you. No returns. No exchanges.
Elizabeth BergAbstracts are real and time is a lie, it cannot be measured when one moment can expand to hold everything.
Elizabeth BergThe things that brought me the most comfort now were too small to list. Raspberries in cream. Sparrows with cocked heads. Shadows of bare limbs making for sidewalk filigrees. Roses past their prime with their petals loose about them. The shouts of children at play in the neighborhood, Ginger Rogers on the black-and-white screen.
Elizabeth Berg