Before Ever After

We change at least one person's life just by being born

If we accept time for what it is, how it flows and how we flow with it, I doubt very much that would continue wasting loads of it by constantly checking our watches.

Life is a barter of choice and consequences.

You can't return to a place that no longer exists, luv.

My dear," Rose said, "you might be surprised at how much happiness you can find in the pages of the shortest love stories. Unlike penises, their length truly does not count.

... I'll always have something that not even time can take away. Pain. ...because when I've forgotten everything else, I'll feel that ache... that tightness in my throat... that heaviness in my chest... and know that I loved a woman once and she loved me back. It's proof that I existed and so did she.

Children know when they're loved. It's when you grow up that you're more easily fooled.

It appears that you were meant to be mine only for a little while.

Dying is not the real tragedy, Shelley." "It's not?" "Forgetting is.

Why did I leave you? I loved you too much to stay.

I'm sorry, but you just can't fit fabulous into a backpack.

Things couldn't end if she didn't let them begin.

I didn't want the 'ever' that came after happily. I didn't... don't want to be the one left behind.

Dying is not the real tragedy. Forgetting is.

There are other ways to live forever.

A kiss can be dreadfully terrifying for the males of our species, I'm afraid." Rose said knowingly. "Sex is easy. All they really need is a few good thrusts. But when they kiss, they open themselves up and let you in. And that, my dear, makes some men's balls shrink to the size of raisins." Shelley snorted with laughter. Dex strode up to her. "Did someone say raisins? I'm starving." "You might try asking Max for some," Shelley said. "I'm sure he has at least two.

That is why I taught you how to trade, because that's what life is - a barter of choices and consequences.

As the body rots, so does the cage that traps us in our wordly concerns. When my legs become too weak to carry my body, I stopped pacing with worry. When my fingers became twisted, I stopped pointing blame. When I lost my sight, I stopped seeing illusions. It may be dark in the pot that I am simmering in, but I can see more clearly than I have ever seen in my life.

But I am half a man, wholly in love, and so I have chosen to let you leave me instead.

If we accept time for what it is, how it flows and how we flow with it, I doubt very much that we would continue wasting loads of it by constantly checking our watches. The gnomons's shadow falls where it falls - and so do we. Where we are now is where a lifetime's worth of steps have taken us.

Growing old is to be set free, Brother. It is aslow and long-simmering process that extracts from you what you are really made of. But it requires acceptance. You cannot put a flailing chicken in a boiling pot. You must accept the heat and the pain with serenity so that the full flavors of your life may be released. You may see this as decay, and it is. But it is also much more than that. As the body rots, so does the cage that traps us in our worldly concerns. When my legs became too weak to carry my body, I stopped pacing with worry. When my fingers became twisted, I stopped pointing blame. When I lost my sight, I stopped seeing illusions. It may be dark in the pot that I am simmering in, but I can see more clearly than I have ever seen in my life. I can see you, Brother, and I know who you are.

I dream about home.. and it just makes it difficult to wake up.

Antoine knew what it was like to flee, to shed a life as though it were a cloak. He had learned to pack light. The less he had, the less he had to leave behind.

She just couldn't bear to listen to the echo inside her chest. Nothing was lonelier than the limping beat of half a heart.

The gnomons's shadow falls where it falls - and so do we. Where we are now is where a lifetime's worth of steps have taken us.

We all need to take a proper break once in a while.