There is always something particularly delightful about exceptions to a rule.
Did you ever think how a bit of land shows the character of the owner?
It does not so much matter what happens. It is what one does when it happens that really counts.
You venture into the unknown land because that is where your heart will take you. In the end, it is not what you want to do, it is something you have to do.
Life begins at eighty.
It is not the things you have that make you happy. It is love and kindness and helping each other and just plain being good.
When the fiddle had stopped singing Laura called out softly, "What are days of auld lang syne, Pa?" "They are the days of a long time ago, Laura," Pa said. "Go to sleep, now. " But Laura lay awake a little while, listening to Pa's fiddle softly playing and to the lonely sound of the wind in the Big Woods,… She was glad that the cozy house, and Pa and Ma and the firelight and the music, were now. They could not be forgotten, she thought, because now is now. It can never be a long time ago.
It is a mystery, and to tell the truth, I am intrigued by mysteries even if this is to be my last week of enjoying them. I would welcome some glimmer of understanding but, failing that, working on the puzzle will suffice.
I can't afford to pay them any other way.
Ive never really been anywhere, and now I get to go everywhere. I just have to make sure theres enough memory on my computer to hold all my pictures.
Fate intervened. Some of us, that day, she led inexorably through the gates of death. Some of us, innocent and unsuspecting, took, unwillingly, that one last step to oblivion. Some of us took very little sugar.