“Thus far the mighty mystery of motherhood is this: How is it that doing it all feels like nothing is ever getting done.”
“You ever get the feeling all hell’s about to break loose and there’s nothing you can do about it?”
“Nothing ever gets done unless it's done by a fanatic.”
“Do you ever feel like 'nothing' has happened to you? Like you know you have a destiny, but all you've seen of life so far is unexceptional? I want my life to be different. I want to feel that it's begun. I'm waiting for 'that' kiss.”
“Ah, Death, the spectre which sate at all feasts! How often, Monos, did we lose ourselves in speculations upon its nature! How mysteriously did it act as a check to human bliss - saying unto it "thus far, and no farther!”
“It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to than I have ever known.”