“I grow old though pleased with my memoriesThe tasks I can no longer completeAre balanced by the love of the tasks gone pastI offer no apology onlythis plea: When I am frayed and strained and drizzle at the endPlease someone cut a square and put me in a quiltThat I might keep some child warmAnd some old person with no one else to talk toWill hear my whispersAnd cuddlenear”
“You don't dare to think ahead too much, for you don't want this melted under the heat of your attention, don't want it gone from your life.”
“An emptiness when you realize the loneliest you've ever been is within a marraige, as a wife”
“Abandoning a task that is futile and pointless is not giving up.”
“Is it love, obsession, infatuation? You don't know. You think of a strange and beautiful word you read about once, Limerance, a psychological term, meaning an obsessive love, a state that's almost like a drug. Need like a wolf paces the perimeter of your world, back and forth, back and forth, never letting up. ...You're appalled by the new appetites within you, kicking their feet and clawing to get out.”
“You should never look at the cup or glass as being half empty; see it as being half empty, then you will have mastered the test of greatness.”