No one ever finishes his life. Nothing is ever complete. Our souls are in the things we love and the ways we arrange them. Into the Tangle of the Friendship: A Memoir of the Things that Matter Most, by Beth KephartIt's all connected in strange, mysterious ways, she guesses...the sprinklers, the M*A*S*H reruns, the tree frog, the dogs, even Mr. Henderson...all connected in ways they can't ever know, ways only she can sense, because on this dark, starry night she is there to hear them. She is there to listen. A Room on Lorelei Street, by Mary E. Pearson
...I'll be back in school soon. Or maybe not. Maybe I really will take the rest of the semester off. Might make me graduate late, might even set me back a whole year. So what? Years don't scare me anymore. Things Not Seen, by Andrew Clements
But these afflictions were mild compared to the awesome loneliness, and in the way of prisoners since the beginning of time he spent countless hours savoring the lost, now clarified sweetness of ordinary days. The people in his life seemed so precious to him - I love you all! he wanted to tell them, his parents, and siblings, the biology department secretaries, his affable though self-absorbed and deeply flawed professors. Brief Encounters with Che Guevara, by Ben Fountain
5 comments:
I *love* that Mary Pearson excerpt. And Beth's, too. :)
Like #3.
I love the third one... years don't scare me anymore.
I have a habit of turning up the corner bottoms of book pages that have sentences, paragraphs, and ideas that I just want to remember forever. That's why I tend to hold on to so many of these books but sometimes, you just have to pass them on. Thanks for these unique and inspiring words from these books ... they are a true gift and I really appreciate them. xoxo. PS ... was Dr. Longworth your Orthodontist ? Who Else could it possibly be. He goes to our Church and I grew up with his daughter, Polly. lol!
Mmmmmm... makes me miss my book submersion so much. I just don't read much..... I miss it so.
Post a Comment