I have lived, I have traveled the world, and now, like a worn-out clock, my life is winding down, the hands slowing, stepping out of the flow of time. If one steps out of time what does one have? Why, the past of course, gradually being worn away by the years as a pebble halted on a riverbed is eroded by the passage of water. Tan Twan Eng
Somehow the idyllic existence I envisioned never quite came to pass, but aside from the occasional culinary disaster, my marriage wasn't bad.
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Alexandra Bogdanovic
People who say, “it is not my fault, ” continuously fail. People who say, “I’ve done no wrong, ” have not done enough right. People who say, “I am done! ” are never done repeating the cycle. Even in the privacy of our own thoughts,...
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Katina Ferguson
A sudden shock rattles your soul. The ground shifts. In minutes it is over, but it takes a long time to find your center of balance again
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Susan SpencerWendel
The older I get the more I realize that the only permanent thing in life is what we have within us
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Dr. Jacinta Mpalyenkana
Everything is possible and impossible at the same time this is what we live with every time.
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Surajit Sarkar
More Quotes By Tan Twan Eng
The mind forgets, but the heart will always remember. And what is the heart's memory but love itself?
Paraphrasing Yeats: It was as the Irish poet had written, a waste of breath, the years that had gone past, the years to come. There was only the present moment to live and die in. [ref. An Irish Airman Foresees His Death. ..The years to...
I have lived, I have traveled the world, and now, like a worn-out clock, my life is winding down, the hands slowing, stepping out of the flow of time. If one steps out of time what does one have? Why, the past of course, gradually...
Are all of us the same, I wonder, navigating our lives by interpreting the silences between words spoken, analysing the returning echoes of our memory in order to chart the terrain, in order to make sense of the world around us?
It is getting dark. In the low mists over the hills, an orange glow broods, as if the trees are on fire. Bats are flooding out from the hundreds of caves that perforate these mountainsides. I watch them plunge into the mists without any hesitation,...
