Maybe life is not about accomplishing some bullshit markers.
As the tide washed in, the Dutch Tulip Man faced the Ocean: "Conjoiner rejoinder poisoner concealer revelator. Look at it, rising up and rising down, taking everything with it." "What’s that?" Anna asked. "Water," the Dutchman said. "Well, and time.
He really was beautiful. I know boys aren’t supposed to be, but he was.
We can't love our neighbors till we know how crooked their hearts are.
All the things paper-thin and paper-frail, and all the people too.
he is both the source of my happiness and the one i want to share it with. i have to believe that’s a sign.