Jerry L

Someone has to leave first. This is a very old story. There is no other version of this story.

“I’m in pain because the day is ending and somehow l am never healing.”

“I am hopelessly in love with a memory. An echo from another time, another place.”

[…] the city is sometimes a little too pleased with itself [...]

“I think about you. But I don’t say it anymore.”

“Go then if you must, but remember, no matter how foolish your deeds, those who love you will love you still.”

“I was very fond of you, but now I’m so, so tired. I’m not happy to go, but one needn’t be happy to make another start.”

“The sunrise, of course, doesn’t care if we watch it or not. It will keep on being beautiful, even if no one bothers to look at it.”

“I wish I could say everything in one word. I hate all the things that can happen between the beginning of a sentence and the end.”

“And there is nothing between us but rain. Then there is nothing between us at all.”

“Make sustained contact with something undomestic, sacred, and tremendously powerful. Something for the good. Something filled with bone. Fall in love with it. This first covenant supplies energy, rapture, joy... Less heaven, less hell, more luminous reality.”

“So, do it. Decide. Is this the life you want to live? Is this the person you want to love? Is this the best you can be? Can you be stronger? Kinder? More compassionate? Decide. Breathe in. Breathe out, and decide.”

“The problem with the modern condition was the dearth of leisure… it took a force of nature to interrupt our routines. We just wanted to hit the reset button. We just wanted to feel flush with time to do things of no quantifiable value, our hopeful side pursuits like writing or drawing or something, something other than what we did for money.”

“Who has not asked himself at some time or other: am I a monster or is this what it means to be a person?”

"Observing nature and realizing its ferocity, we are overwhelmed by the idea of the existence of an innocent flower in the wilds of the mountains."