“Strange how completely adequate a person looks on paper, yet how inadequate they feel inside.”
“This life we endure - how strange, yet how jolly”
“I tell her how sorry I am, and as I speak my words feel inadequate and pathetic.”
“After someone's death, how strange to see the value drain away from his or her possessions; useful objects such as clothes, or dish towels, or personal papers become little more than trash.”
“How strange that nature does not knock, and yet does not intrude!”
“How sad, how strange, we make companions out of air and hurt them, so they will defy us, completing creation.”