To become aware of the possibility of the search is to be onto something.

Since grief only aggravates your loss, grieve not for what is past.

A repetition is the re-enactment of past experience toward the end of isolating the time segment which has lapsed in order that it, the lapsed time, can be savored of itself and without the usual adulteration of events that clog time like peanuts in brittle.

Ooooh," Kate groans, Kate herself now. "I'm so afraid." "I know." "What am I going to do?" "You mean right now?" "Yes." "We'll go to my car. Then we'll drive down to the French Market and get some coffee. Then we'll go home." "Is everything going to be all right?" "Yes." "Tell me. Say it." "Everything is going to be all right.

There is no pain on this earth like seeing the same woman look at another man the way she once looked at you.

But there is much to be said for giving up ... grand ambitions and living the most ordinary life imaginable.

You can get all A's and still flunk life.