She was elusive. She was today. She was tomorrow. She was the faintest scent of a cactus flower, the flitting shadow of an elf owl. We did not know what to make of her. In our minds we tried to pin her to a cork board like a butterfly, but the pin merely went through and away she flew.
Jerry SpinelliAnd the more you love someone, the safer it is to be mad at them. Love can handle mad, no problem.
Jerry SpinelliThe earth is speaking to us, but we can't hear because of all the racket our senses are making. Sometimes we need to erase them, erase our senses. Then - maybe - the earth will touch us. The universe will speak. The stars will whisper.
Jerry SpinelliBecause life doesn't always happen according to a timetable or calendar. And feelings can't be scheduled.
Jerry Spinelli