Can’t repeat the past?…Why of course you can!
People without curiosity are like houses without books: there's something unsettling about them.
Is it love, obsession, infatuation? You don't know. You think of a strange and beautiful word you read about once, Limerance, a psychological term, meaning an obsessive love, a state that's almost like a drug. Need like a wolf paces the perimeter of your world, back and forth, back and forth, never letting up. . . . You're appalled by the new appetites within you, kicking their feet and clawing to get out.
Our natural and happiest life is when we lose ourselves in the exquisite absorption of home.
Remember that the sudden decision to stop fighting, and just go with the flow, can be incredibly releasing. Resistance is just so draining. There is a beauty to gracious acceptance, an energy that leads to peace.
An emptiness rules at its core, a rottenness, a silence when one of you retires to bed without saying good night, when you eat together without conversation, when the phone's passed wordlessly to the other. An emptiness when every night you lie in the double bed, restlessly awake, astounded at how closely hate can nudge against love, can wind around it sinuously like a cat. An emptiness when you realize that the loneliest you've ever been is within a marriage, as a wife.
And I am in love with light. Lock me in the sunshine.
There is nothing as dull as an intellectual ally after a certain age.
Over the years, I realized there was a Republican philosophy that I liked. And then they lost it. And LIBERTARIANS had more of it. Because what I really believe is, let's spend a little more time leaving everybody alone.
A fantastic golf course and venue. It's one of those places that you always look forward to going back to. . . no matter how many times you have been there before.
Habit gives endurance, and fatigue is the best night cap.