“A few quotes to entice you:
"I never used to do this, dwelling on things and getting myself all worked up, but every single part of my life is delicate now. I feel a sudden fondness for the old man in the mirror. It's not bloody easy, being human."
“Young folks today just aren’t right; they race about like they’ve only got a week left to live.”
“Abandon her? Which of us has been abandoned, I want to ask. You’re not the one stuck with a lifetime’s worth of memories in a body that’s slowly withering away.”
“How can it be better for me when it’s not what I want?’ My voice breaks. I’m so damn tired of everyone else deciding what’s best for me.”
“No one has ever told me that it’s normal for a person’s eyes to well up so easily as they age, for the tears to find a foothold in virtually every memory.”
― When the Cranes Fly South
"I never used to do this, dwelling on things and getting myself all worked up, but every single part of my life is delicate now. I feel a sudden fondness for the old man in the mirror. It's not bloody easy, being human."
“Young folks today just aren’t right; they race about like they’ve only got a week left to live.”
“Abandon her? Which of us has been abandoned, I want to ask. You’re not the one stuck with a lifetime’s worth of memories in a body that’s slowly withering away.”
“How can it be better for me when it’s not what I want?’ My voice breaks. I’m so damn tired of everyone else deciding what’s best for me.”
“No one has ever told me that it’s normal for a person’s eyes to well up so easily as they age, for the tears to find a foothold in virtually every memory.”
― When the Cranes Fly South
“In some ways, I’ll live on through Ellinor. One day, she might tell her kids about you, about me. I wonder what she’ll say.”
― When the Cranes Fly South
― When the Cranes Fly South
“Every blade of grass
holds a headline.
Every tree base is a bulletin board.
You call it dawdling.
I call it research.
The Way isn’t a straight path.
It’s a thousand scent trails
braided into meaning.”
― The Tao of Dogs
holds a headline.
Every tree base is a bulletin board.
You call it dawdling.
I call it research.
The Way isn’t a straight path.
It’s a thousand scent trails
braided into meaning.”
― The Tao of Dogs
“Flowers don’t just bloom—they whisper stories of hope and courage in colors only the heart can see.”
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“She still thought of herself as young but understood that she was not.”
― Tell Me Everything
― Tell Me Everything
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