"So now, all alone or not, you gotta walk ahead. Thing to remember is if we're all alone, then we're all together in that too."
"Don't be afraid to fall in love again. Open your heart and follow where it leads you...and remember, shoot for the moon...
PS, I will always love you..."
"What a luxury it was for people to hold their loved ones whenever they wanted"
"She couldn't remember the last time she hugged someone, really hugged someone."
"One must not speak of such things. One is still scarred from that experience."
"And nobody had told them that they were short on time."
"So many objects, so many memories. Each was being labelled and packed away in bags just as it was in her mind. To be stored in an area that would sometime be called upon to teach and help in future life."
"His entired life bundled into wenty refuse sacks.
His and her memories bundle away in Holly's mind.
Each item unearthed dust, tears, laughter and memories. She bagged the items, cleared the dust, wiped her eyes and filed away the memories."
"Their plan had been very simple: to stay together for the rest of their lives."
"She had been given a wonderful gift: life. Sometimes it was cruelly taken away too soon, but it's what you did with it that counted, not how long it lasted."
"You gotta be rich to be insane, Hol. Losing your mind is not a luxury for the middle class. "
"Warring for peace is like screwing for virginity!!"
"She didn't feel thirty. But then again again, what was being thirty supposed to feel like? When she was younger, thirty seemed so far away, she thought that a woman of that age would be so wise and knowledgeable, so settled in her life with a husband and children and a career. She had none of those things. She still felt as clueless as she had felt when she was twenty, only with a few more gray hairs and crow's feet around her eyes."
"Don't be afraid to fall in love again. Open your heart and follow where it leads you...and remember, shoot for the moon...
PS, I will always love you..."
"What a luxury it was for people to hold their loved ones whenever they wanted"
"She couldn't remember the last time she hugged someone, really hugged someone."
"One must not speak of such things. One is still scarred from that experience."
"And nobody had told them that they were short on time."
"So many objects, so many memories. Each was being labelled and packed away in bags just as it was in her mind. To be stored in an area that would sometime be called upon to teach and help in future life."
"His entired life bundled into wenty refuse sacks.
His and her memories bundle away in Holly's mind.
Each item unearthed dust, tears, laughter and memories. She bagged the items, cleared the dust, wiped her eyes and filed away the memories."
"Their plan had been very simple: to stay together for the rest of their lives."
"She had been given a wonderful gift: life. Sometimes it was cruelly taken away too soon, but it's what you did with it that counted, not how long it lasted."
"You gotta be rich to be insane, Hol. Losing your mind is not a luxury for the middle class. "
"Warring for peace is like screwing for virginity!!"
"She didn't feel thirty. But then again again, what was being thirty supposed to feel like? When she was younger, thirty seemed so far away, she thought that a woman of that age would be so wise and knowledgeable, so settled in her life with a husband and children and a career. She had none of those things. She still felt as clueless as she had felt when she was twenty, only with a few more gray hairs and crow's feet around her eyes."
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