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“It’s never enough, is it? Time. We always think we have so much of it, but when it really counts, we don’t have enough at all.”
― T.J. Klune, Under the Whispering Door

“The first time you share tea, you are a stranger. The second time you share tea, you are an honored guest. The third time you share tea, you become family.”
― T.J. Klune, Under the Whispering Door

“Life is senseless, and on the off chance we find something that does make sense, we hold onto it as tightly as we can.”
― T.J. Klune, Under the Whispering Door

“Never forget where you come from, but don’t allow it to define you.”
― T.J. Klune, Under the Whispering Door

“But a river only moves in one direction, no matter how much we wish it weren't so.”
― T.J. Klune, Under the Whispering Door

“From the moment your born, you're dying.”
― T.J. Klune, Under the Whispering Door

“Good tea is patience. It’s not about instant gratification, not like the bags with the little strings. Those can be fleeting, here and gone again before you know it. Tea like this makes you appreciate the effort you put into it. The more it steeps, the stronger the taste.”
― T.J. Klune, Under the Whispering Door

“And you shouldn't blame yourself. Learn from it. Grow from it, but don't allow it to consume you again. Easier said than done, I know.”
― T.J. Klune, Under the Whispering Door

“Death has a beauty to it. We don’t see it because we don’t want to. And that makes sense. Why would we want to focus on something that takes us away from everything we know? How do we even begin to understand that there’s more than what we see?”
― T.J. Klune, Under the Whispering Door

“It’s harder to convince someone of what they need versus what they want. We often ignore the truth because we don’t like what it shows us.”
― T.J. Klune, Under the Whispering Door

“If wishes were fishes, we’d all swim in riches.”
― T.J. Klune, Under the Whispering Door

“She had this habit. Drove me up the wall. She’d come home from work, and the first thing she’d do was take off her shoes and leave them by the door. Her socks would follow, just laid out on the floor. A trail of clothes left there, waiting for me to pick them up. I asked her why she just didn’t put them in the hamper like a normal person. You know what she said?” “What?” Wallace asked. “She said that life was more than dirty socks.” Wallace stared at him. “That … doesn’t mean anything.” Nelson’s smile widened. “Right? But it made perfect sense to her.” His smile trembled. “I came home one day. I was late. I opened the door, and there were no shoes right inside. No socks on the floor. No trail of clothes. I thought for once she’d picked up after herself. I was … relieved? I was tired and didn’t want to have to clean up her mess. I called for her. She didn’t answer. I went through the house, room by room, but she wasn’t there. Late, I told myself. It happens. And then the phone rang. That was the day I learned my wife had passed unexpectedly. And it’s funny, really. Because even as they told me she was gone, that it had been quick and she hadn’t suffered, all I could think about was how I’d give anything to have her shoes by the door. Her dirty socks on the floor. A trail of clothes leading toward the bedroom.”
― T.J. Klune, Under the Whispering Door

“You don’t want to end up missing the forest for the trees.”
― T.J. Klune, Under the Whispering Door

“When people share tea, I’ve noticed it has the power to bring them closer together.”
― T.J. Klune, Under the Whispering Door