Then the truth is this: a good man can only aspire to be worthy of a good woman. She’ll always be out of his league in ways he’ll never understand. But he’ll appreciate what he doesn’t understand—if he’s smart.
Again, no disrespect intended, but she looked to me like a divorce that hadn’t found a courtroom yet.
Like a carpenter with two broken legs at the bottom of a beautiful staircase. Maybe I can’t climb the stairs, ma’am, but at least let me admire the workmanship.
History has a way of chasing gravity just like water, feeding into other parts of itself to become something else, something larger and grander, until the one pure thing it was no longer exists.
Sometimes the smallest things are so damn unforgivable. Maybe because they aren’t small—they only seem that way to someone else. You never know what someone holds scared until it’s too late.
of the few certainties I’ve come across in life, one of them is that when a person says money is no object, the opposite is most likely true. Money is the only object—or will be.
Mr. Welper, of the few certainties I’ve come across in life, one of them is that when a person says money is no object, the opposite is most likely true. Money is the only object—or will be.
Men were often far different in their roles as fathers than they were as suitors, the memories of which kept them, out of necessity, both vigilant and violent, and even in tender moments, to their daughters.
Imagination is one of the few things a man can count on if he’s got the reality to feed it.
My instinct told me that she didn’t want me to understand. What she felt and lived with couldn’t be shared or understood by anyone else.
This was the desert, everything all at once, whether it was needed or not. What survived had learned to save, live carefully, and keep a low profile, even appear to be dead for long periods. Perseverance and patience.
If someone you love asks you to give up something you love, don’t do it.