Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this, too, was a gift.
Mary Oliver (via missanamon
I wanted my own words. But the ones I use have been dragged through I don’t know how many consciences.
Jean-Paul Sartre, from The Wall
The thing that is most hardest to accept about the passage of time is that the people who once mattered the most wind up in parentheses.
John Irving, The Cider House Rules