Every moment is the paradox of now or never.

Children are the closest we have to wisdom and they become adults the moment that final drop of everything mysterious is strained from them.

But say you do find the right people - how do you love them without smothering them?...How do you not suffocate them with all the love you've built up in their absence?

Even if you have loved only once in your life, you're ruined.

We touched with a softness that pushed through the skin into memory, like arms plunged into a river - we could feel the weight of each other's stones.

For some people, life is the process of knocking through walls to get out. For others, it is the building of walls.

I wonder if things can happen too early or too late or if everything happens at exactly the right time. If so, how sad and beautiful.