Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror.
Just keep going. No feeling is final.

For every to there is a fro, for every stop there is a go

Sometimes, I feel the past and the future pressing so hard on either side that there’s no room for the present at all.

She stuck a bookmark in my heart and walked away.

Fate is like a strange, unpopular restaurant filled with odd little waiters who bring you things you never asked for and don’t always like.