Thanks for the Memories

Marrying a nice man gives you a nice marriage, but never anything more.

can’t make any sense of it.

Day-to-day things, the mundane, are what keeps the motor running. How extraordinary the ordinary really is, a tool we all use to keep going, a template for sanity.

veil hangs between the two opposites, a mere slip of a thing that is too transparent to warn us or comfort us. You hate now, but look through this veil and see the possibility of love; you’re sad, but look through to the other side and see happiness. Absolute composure shifting to a complete mess—it happens so quickly, all in the blink of an eye.

A veil hangs between the two opposites, a mere slip of a thing that is too transparent to warn us or comfort us. You hate now, but look through this veil and see the possibility of love; you’re sad, but look through to the other side and see happiness. Absolute composure shifting to a complete mess—it happens so quickly, all in the blink of an eye.

occurs to me how happiness and sadness are so closely knitted together

occurs to me how happiness and sadness are so closely knitted together.

ow quickly a moment of love was snapped away to a moment of hate.

“It’s nice to be important, Gracie, but it’s more important to be nice.

can’t remember what I was about to say now.”