“ The scattered tea goes with the leaves and every day a sunset dies. ”
The saddest thing about love, Joe, is that not only the love cannot last forever, but even the heartbreak is soon forgotten.
~ William Faulkner
She was bored. She loved, had capacity to love, for love, to give and accept love. Only she tried twice and failed twice to find somebody not just strong enough to deserve it, earn it, match it, but even brave enough to accept it.
Clocks slay time... time is dead as long as it is being clicked off by little wheels, only when the clock stops does time come to life.
I could just remember how my father used to say that the reason for living was to get ready to stay dead a long time.
