You send me all these roses.
Every time I think the last bouquet has arrived, finally, another turns up.
I’m running out of vases.
I didn’t know roses came in so many colors.
You say they’re the perfect symbols of love because they have thorns and love is pain.
I say life is pain, highness. Anyone who says differently is selling something.
And you don’t get it.
You say you love me, but you don’t speak my language.
You don’t even realize I’m an orchid girl.
Some have found God in the depths of their sins.
Love is hugging him as he enters through the door. Marriage is yelling at him as he enters through the door for coming home so late and because the dinner is cold now as you squeeze him tightly in your embrace. Marriage is being angry at him because the absence of his warm presence makes your home cold and lonely.
Study me as much as you like, you will never know me, for I differ a hundred ways from what you see me to be. Put yourself behind my eyes, and see me as I see myself, for I have chosen to dwell in a place you cannot see.
People say I love you all the time - when they say, ‘take an umbrella, it’s raining,’ or ‘hurry back,’ or even ‘watch out, you’ll break your neck.’ There are hundreds of ways of wording it - you just have to listen for it, my dear.
Try to imagine a life without time keeping.
You probably can’t.you know the month, the year, the dayof the week. There is a clock on your wall or your dashboard of your car.you haave a schedule, a calendar, a time of dinner or a movie.
Yet all around you, time keeping is ignored. Birds are not late. A dog does not check its watch. Deer do not fret over passing birhtdays.
Man alone measures time.
Man alone chimes the hour.
And, because of this, man alone suffers a paralyzing fear that no other creature endures.
A fear of TIME RUNNING OUT.
The Time Keeper-Mitch Albom