We are, as we die, who we most were in life...
All who are born are always dying.
A wind blew, and the sand around his drawing scattered. He wrapped his fingers inside his wife's, and Father Time rekindled a connection he had only ever had with her. He surrendered to that sensation and felt the final drops of their lives touch one...
I made such a fool of myself,” she lamented. “Love does not make you a fool.” “He didn’t love me back.” “That does not make you a fool, either.” “Just tell me …” Her voice cracked. “When does it stop hurting?” “Sometimes n...
When we are most alone is when we embrace another's loneliness.
Ends are for yesterday, not tomorrows.
Why did you measure the days and nights? To know. Sitting high above the city, Father Time realized that knowing something and understanding it were not the same thing.
He cried that night for all that he had lost, but he would say it taught him a valuable lesson: that holding on to things "will only break your heart.
What is the reason?' 'Finish your journey and you will know.
When you are measuring life, you are not living it.
Didn't people call New Year's the loneliest night on the calender? She took comfort in knowing somewhere on the planet, someone might be as miserable as she was.
Dor felt a warm, calming feeling when he said those words- she is my wife - because ever since they were children she was like the sky to him , forever around.
And a man without memories is just a shell.
But a desperate heart will seduce the mind.
She felt worthless and hollow. There was no hope of fixing this. And when hope is gone, time is punishment.
It is too late." The old man shook his head. "It is never too late or too soon. It is when it is supposed to be." He smiled. "There is a plan, Dor.
We’re gonna make up for that. We’re gonna live a long time together.
With endless time, nothing is special. With no loss or sacrifice, we can’t appreciate what we have
