Three Junes

When it comes to life, we spin our own yarn, and where we end up is really, in fact, where we always intended to be.

Mind who you love. For that matter, mind how you are loved.

Here we are - despite the delays, the confusion, and the shadows en route - at last, or for the moment, where we always intended to be.

I, too, seem to be a connoisseur of rain, but it does not fill me with joy; it allows me to steep myself in a solitude I nurse like a vice I've refused to vanquish.

Time plays like an accordion in the way it can stretch out and compress itself in a thousand melodic ways. Months on end may pass blindingly in a quick series of chords, open-shut, together-apart; and then a single melancholy week may seem like a year's pining, one long unfolding note.

Never talk yourself out of knowing you're in love or into thinking that you are.

People take their same old lives wherever they go. No place is perfect enough to strip you of that.

Of all the virtues, discretion began to seem the most rewarding: it kept people guessing and sometimes, by default, admiring.

When it comes to love, dogs make pretty steep competition for us people. And rightly so.

When it comes to love, there is the timeworn caution that the very qualities you fall hardest for may be those you grow to despise. With Stavros, she wonders if the opposite might hold true: that this quality she nearly fears - his aversion to sanctifying the past - is something for which she will someday be grateful.

Clever how the cosmos can, in a single portent, be ingratiating yet sadistic.

... we're all alive the day before we die ... but, how alive is another question.

We’re all alive the day before we die.

To have children is to plant roses, muguets, lavender, lilac, gardenia, stock, peonies, tuberose, hyacinth ...it is to achieve a whole sense,a grand sense one did not priorly know. It is to give one's garden another dimension. Perfume of life itself.

She loved the dogs as you’re supposed to love dogs: consistently

Mind what you love. For that matter, mind how you are loved. As

feel as if I’m visiting home in a dream, where everything yet nothing is the way it should be, where the best of what you have and what you wish for are briefly, tantalizingly united. Tealing

To love me, my family does not need to understand me.