That was the way illness appeared in a house, in the corners, in between floorboards, on the hooks in the closet, along with the sweaters and coats.
It's come at last", she thought, "the time when you can no longer stand between your children and heartache.
You see, in every story, it’s not about the ending. It’s about the chapters in between and how you make it through them
Yeah, we’re not perfect, neither of us, but I can’t deny the electricity between us. There’s something there that we aren’t meant to understand.
What we call 'time' isn't chronological but spatial; what we call 'death' is merely a transition between different kinds of matter.
We are born. We die. Somewhere in between we live. And how we live is up to us. That’s it.
The difference between being mediocre and achieving excellence is you.
I need to call it a night. But only because I don’t know what else to call it. What’s in between evening and morning?
Creativity and ideas fired between every synapse underneath my skin and I felt radiant from the inside out.
Creation and destruction are the two ends of the same moment. And everything between the creation and the next destruction is the journey of life.
Whenever there is a conflict between pink and blue, let the pink win, happiness is more important then colors.
There's a difference between playing and playing games. The former is an act of joy, the latter — an act.
I fantasized how no matter what happened, no one could ever come between us, call it wishful thinking, I called it a fact.
There is a defined gulf Between credit and character If you doubt this, ask any banker; He will advise that character is nice But it is not collateral.
Patience is born when we create a pause between our experience of a feeling and our response to that feeling.
A tiger of a rather and a wolf of a brother. Sandwiched between the two, I wonder what my tomorrow holds.
There is a major difference between a scuba diver and a drowning man. One is in control of his experiences, the other is in over his head.
I don’t know what they are called, the spaces between seconds– but I think of you always in those intervals.
Rilke wrote: 'These trees are magnificent, but even more magnificent is the sublime and moving space between them, as though with their growth it too increased.
I daresay something will happen, between now and ’91, to make your fortunes look up.
You, dear reader, have now two accounts to choose between and there can be no doubt which is most probable.
