"It is never good dwelling on good-byes," she said, "it is not the being together that it prolongs, it is the parting |
Blessed are those who can give without remembering and take without forgetting. |
Irony is the hygiene of the mind. |
It is sometimes the man who opens the door who is the last to enter the room. |
Seeing through is rarely seeing into |
To others we are not ourselves but performers in their lives cast for a part we do not even know we are playing |
We often call a certainty a hope, to bring it luck |
We often call a certainty a hope, to bring it luck |