We're all so intimately rearranged

For after all, the best thing one can do when it is raining is let it rain.

My dad had limitations. That's what my good-hearted mom always told us. He had limitations, but he meant no harm. It was kind of her way to say, but he did do harm.

All the women. In me. Are tired

So you spend another hour trying to find each other, to recognise each other, and you drink a little too much and try a little too hard. And you go home to a cold bed and think, That was fine. And your life is a long line of fine.

Courage, dear heart

She did understand, or at least she understood that she was supposed to understand. She understood, and said nothing about it, and prayed for the power to forgive, and did forgive.

I act and react, and suddenly I wonder “Where is the girl that I was last year? Two years ago? What would she think of me now?”

And there I lay utterly defeated - with the feeling Oskar Schell had as he listened to that last recorded message... "Are you there?"

I tried I tried I tried I tried I tried I tried I try