Always had a healthy curiouly , what was up the street Or around the next corner.
We can make the best or the worst of it.I hope you make the best of it.
It`s funny how sometimes the people we remember the least , make the greatestimpression on us.
We`re meant to lose the people we love.How else would we know how importantthey are to us.
I do not mind, I listened to the house to breathe, surrounded by all of us are sleeping, so I feel safe…
Sometimes, I find it laughable that those in our memory occupy a small fraction of people are often left us with a most impressive.
Sometimes we live in the orbit of an imminent collision, the unaware, whether it is accident or a premeditated manner to which we are powerless.
When I was a boy I would love to wake up before anybody else and run down to the lake to watch the day begin. It was as if I was the only one alive.
Growing up`s a funny thing , Sneak up on you.One person is there,than suddenly Some body else has taken here place.She was n`tall a l bows and knees anymore.
Everybody feels different about themselves one way or another. We're all go in' the same way, just taking different roads to get there… You're on your own road, Benjamin.
It isn't how well you play, it's how you feel about what you're playing… We're meant to lose the people we love. How else would we know how important they are to us.
Sometimes we`re on a collision course and we just don`t know it.Whetherit`s by accident or by design，there`s not a thing we can do about it.
Our lives are defined by opportunities.
And one fall day, a familiar visitor came knocking on our door.
It`s not about how well you play. It`s how feel about what you`replaying.
There is always something that I should remember for the rest of my life.
Our lives were determined by the opportunity, even if we miss the person.
Everybody feels different about themselves , one way or another.Butwe`re all going the same way.Just taking different roads to get there ,that`s all.You`re on your own road.
You can be mad as a mad daw gat the way things went… You can swear, curse the fates, regret everything you ever did but when it comes to the end… You have to let it go…
I'm blind in the one eye…I can't hardly hear…I get twitches and shakes out of nowhere… I lose my line of thought… but you know what… God keeps reminding me I'm lucky to be alive…
Some people grow up in the river, some people have been struck by lightning, and some of the music has a remarkable talent, some people are artists, some people swim, some people know how to button, some people know Shakespeare, and some people are mothers, but also some people can dance…
I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before.I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you're proud of. If you find that you are not.I hope you have the strength to start all over again.
For what it's worth, it's never too late, Or in my case, too early, To be whoeveryou want to be. There's no time limit, stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the same. There's no rules to this thing.
Midnight hotel is a magical place, mice run off in the distance, heating furnace hiss sound,rustling curtains in such a scenario allows you to feel a quiet, even warm, you know you love people who were sleeping at the moment, while there is little it can hurt them.
You know , you mig have got a few more years out of it , but you chose to.Do something so special and unique that there was only a short window of time.You could do it. So , even if nothing ever happened, you`d still be right here.Where you are now.
Death is a frequent visitor here, people come here and quietly leave, you can feel that it was left, when the house is always silent, this is a worthy growth in this wonderful place, in this place, people throw opened all the contradictions of life, left to discuss the day's weather, the temperature of bath water a day when the sun is drawing to a close, for a dead person's room,another person will be re-filled up.
Plenty times you be alone. You different like us, it's gonna be that way. But I tell you a little secret. Fat people,skinny people, tall people, white people… they just as alone as us… But they scared shitless… Not a thing wrong with being alone… no sir…
Kind keepers of my weak decaying age, Let dying Mortimer here rest himself. Even like a man new haled from the rack. So fare my limbs with long imprisonment. And these gray locks, the pursuivants of death, Nestor-like aged in an age of care, Argue the end of Edmund Mortimer.