You are confusing plumbing and love again.

Tomorrow owes you the sum of your yesterdays. No more than that. And no less.

Home is people. Not a place. If you go back there after the people are gone, then all you can see is what is not there any more.

Do you do this because you live such short lives? Tell yourselves wild tales of what might happen tomorrow, and feel all the feelings of events that will never happen? Perhaps to make up for the pasts you cannot recall, you invent futures that will not exist.

What good is a life lived as if it made no difference at all to the great life of the world? - Fool

I am the King's Fool. He is the King-In-Wating. Let him wait.

Locked into loneliness were we two and looking at one another every evening we each saw the one we blamed for it.