Having a mental snapshot of where you are, where you are going, and what you are moving toward is incredibly powerful.
When we’re alone together, I’m the destination. When I’m here in her life at school, I’m the disruption.
Remember that at any given moment there are a thousand things you can love.
She transforms once again into someone carefree, and I transform into someone whose only care is her.
The older you get, the wiser you are - this is true. But you also question what use this wisdom is. y
If there's one thing I've learned, it's this: We all want everything to be okay. We don't even wish so much for fantastic or marvelous or outstanding. We will happily settle for okay, because most of the time, okay is enough.
Things that matter are not easy. Feelings of happiness are easy. Happiness is not. Flirting is easy. Love is not. Saying you’re friends is easy. Being friends is not.
It is pleasurable, when winds disturb the waves of a great sea, to gaze out from land upon the great trials of another.
It is a common remark that men talk most who think least; just as frogs cease their quacking when a light is brought to the water-side.
A love affair is like a short story--it has a beginning, a middle, and an end. The beginning was easy, the middle might drag, invaded by commonplace, but the end, instead of being decisive and well knit with that element of revelatory surprise as a well-written story should be, it usually dissipated in a succession of messy and humiliating anticlimaxes.
I love art, and I love history, but it is living art and living history that I love. It is in the interest of living art and living history that I oppose so-called restoration. What history can there be in a building bedaubed with ornament, which cannot at the best be anything but a hopeless and lifeless imitation of the hope and vigor of the earlier world?