"Did she ever feel nostalgia for any of her girlhood dreams?"
"But life was made up of a succession of dreams, some to be realized, most to be set aside as time went on, one or two to persist for a lifetime. It was knowing when to abandon a dream, perhaps, that mattered and distinguished the successful people in life from the sad, embittered persons who never moved on from the first of life's great disappointments. Or from the airy dreamers who never really lived life at all."
"But that is what life is all about, he said. "It is about dreaming and making those dreams come true with effort and determination - and love."
"Every moment is a moment of decision, and every moment turns us inexorably in the direction of the rest of our lives."
"Nothing is permanently perfect. But there are perfect moments and the will to choose what will bring about more perfect moments."
"I wish," he said, "I had known at eighteen what I know now - that there are some things on which one does not compromise.
"Love does not last forever, then?"
"He asked me the same thing this morning," she said. "No, it does not - not love that has been betrayed. One realizes that one has loved a mirage, someone who never really existed. Not that love dies immediately or soon, even then. But it does die and cannot be revived.
"Future indifferences is no consolation for present pain."
"It is also for stepping into the unknown," Claudia said, "when it would be easier to cling what it familiar and safe."
"Sometimes now was enough
Sometimes it was everything."
"And so silence and ...darkness hold happiness and joy?" he said softly.
"Assuredly," she said, "provided one listens to the silence and gazes deeply into the darkness. Everything is there. Everything."
"But life was made up of a succession of dreams, some to be realized, most to be set aside as time went on, one or two to persist for a lifetime. It was knowing when to abandon a dream, perhaps, that mattered and distinguished the successful people in life from the sad, embittered persons who never moved on from the first of life's great disappointments. Or from the airy dreamers who never really lived life at all."
"But that is what life is all about, he said. "It is about dreaming and making those dreams come true with effort and determination - and love."
"Every moment is a moment of decision, and every moment turns us inexorably in the direction of the rest of our lives."
"Nothing is permanently perfect. But there are perfect moments and the will to choose what will bring about more perfect moments."
"I wish," he said, "I had known at eighteen what I know now - that there are some things on which one does not compromise.
"Love does not last forever, then?"
"He asked me the same thing this morning," she said. "No, it does not - not love that has been betrayed. One realizes that one has loved a mirage, someone who never really existed. Not that love dies immediately or soon, even then. But it does die and cannot be revived.
"Future indifferences is no consolation for present pain."
"It is also for stepping into the unknown," Claudia said, "when it would be easier to cling what it familiar and safe."
"Sometimes now was enough
Sometimes it was everything."
"And so silence and ...darkness hold happiness and joy?" he said softly.
"Assuredly," she said, "provided one listens to the silence and gazes deeply into the darkness. Everything is there. Everything."
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