All quotes from Story People
"I read once that the ancient Egyptians had fifty words for sand and the Eskimos had a hundred words for snow. I wish I had a thousand words for love, but all that comes to mind is the way you move against me while you sleep and there are no words for that."
"You're the strangest person I ever met," she said and I said, "you too" and we decided we'd know each other a long time.
"She said she usually cried at least once each day not because she was sad, but because the world was so beautiful and life was so short."
"Anyone can slay a dragon, but try waking up every morning and loving the world all over again. That's what takes a real hero."
"Time stands still best in moments that look suspiciously like ordinary life."
"I wish you could have been there for the sun and the rain and the long, hard hills. For the sound of a thousand conversations scattered along the road. For the people laughing and crying and remembering at the end. But, mainly, I wish you could have been there."
"If you hold on to the handle," she said, "it's easier to maintain the illusion of control. But it's more fun if you just let the wind carry you."
We lay there and looked up at the night sky and she told me about stars called blue squares and red swirls and I told her I'd never heard of them. "Of course not," she said, "the really important stuff they never tell you. You have to imagine it on your own."
"I have too much to lose," she said, "if I cross that line." "Like what?" I said. She could not think of anything that day so she said she'd get back to me. Since then I've been thinking what I would lose if I cross my line and I haven't come up with anything either. There's always another line somewhere.
"Most people don't know there are angels whose only job is to make sure you don't get too comfortable and fall asleep and miss your life."
"They came to sit and dangle their feet off the edge of the world and after awhile they forgot everything but the good and true things they would do someday."
"I spent a long time trying to find my center until I looked closely at it one night and found it had wheels and moved easily in the slightest breeze. So now I spend less time sitting and more time sailing."
In my dream, the angel shrugged and said, "If we fail this time, it will be a failure of imagination," and then she placed the world gently in the palm of my hand.
"Feels like some kind of ride but it's turning out just to be life going absolutely perfectly."
"I once had a garden filled with flowers that grew only on dark thoughts, but they need constant attention and one day I decided I had better things to do."
"He loved her for almost everything she was and she decided that was enough to let him stay for a very long time."
A few said they'd be horses. Most said they'd be some sort of cat. My friend said she'd like to come back as a porcupine. "I don't like crowds," she said.
"Trapped mainly by wanting things to be exactly as they are, only better."
"I'm not sure if there's one right place I'm supposed to be," he said, "but I know a couple of wrong places I'd give a second try in a heartbeat."
"I don't really like coffee," she said, "but I don't really like it when my head hits my desk when I fall asleep either."
"This is a giant block of whatever is most difficult for you to carry, and trust me on this, you'll carry it more times than you can count until you decide that's exactly what you want to do most and then it won't weigh a thing anymore."
"If you were smart, you'd probably spend more time stretching," he said and I said, "If I were really smart, I'd probably spend more time just sitting in the shade drinking lemonade."
"If you're right and I'm not, I'm going to be hell to live with," she said. "So, you better think about that next time you want to be right."
"Waiting for the pen to dry up so he can start fresh with thoughts that are worth new ink."
"There are your fog people and your sun people," he said. I said I wasn't sure which kind I was. He nodded. "Fog'll do that to you," he said.
"She is willing to accept that she creates her own reality, except for some of the parts where she can't help but wonder what the hell she was thinking."
"I read once that the ancient Egyptians had fifty words for sand and the Eskimos had a hundred words for snow. I wish I had a thousand words for love, but all that comes to mind is the way you move against me while you sleep and there are no words for that."
"You're the strangest person I ever met," she said and I said, "you too" and we decided we'd know each other a long time.
"She said she usually cried at least once each day not because she was sad, but because the world was so beautiful and life was so short."
"Anyone can slay a dragon, but try waking up every morning and loving the world all over again. That's what takes a real hero."
"Time stands still best in moments that look suspiciously like ordinary life."
"I wish you could have been there for the sun and the rain and the long, hard hills. For the sound of a thousand conversations scattered along the road. For the people laughing and crying and remembering at the end. But, mainly, I wish you could have been there."
"If you hold on to the handle," she said, "it's easier to maintain the illusion of control. But it's more fun if you just let the wind carry you."
We lay there and looked up at the night sky and she told me about stars called blue squares and red swirls and I told her I'd never heard of them. "Of course not," she said, "the really important stuff they never tell you. You have to imagine it on your own."
"I have too much to lose," she said, "if I cross that line." "Like what?" I said. She could not think of anything that day so she said she'd get back to me. Since then I've been thinking what I would lose if I cross my line and I haven't come up with anything either. There's always another line somewhere.
"Most people don't know there are angels whose only job is to make sure you don't get too comfortable and fall asleep and miss your life."
"They came to sit and dangle their feet off the edge of the world and after awhile they forgot everything but the good and true things they would do someday."
"I spent a long time trying to find my center until I looked closely at it one night and found it had wheels and moved easily in the slightest breeze. So now I spend less time sitting and more time sailing."
In my dream, the angel shrugged and said, "If we fail this time, it will be a failure of imagination," and then she placed the world gently in the palm of my hand.
"Feels like some kind of ride but it's turning out just to be life going absolutely perfectly."
"I once had a garden filled with flowers that grew only on dark thoughts, but they need constant attention and one day I decided I had better things to do."
"He loved her for almost everything she was and she decided that was enough to let him stay for a very long time."
A few said they'd be horses. Most said they'd be some sort of cat. My friend said she'd like to come back as a porcupine. "I don't like crowds," she said.
"Trapped mainly by wanting things to be exactly as they are, only better."
"I'm not sure if there's one right place I'm supposed to be," he said, "but I know a couple of wrong places I'd give a second try in a heartbeat."
"I don't really like coffee," she said, "but I don't really like it when my head hits my desk when I fall asleep either."
"This is a giant block of whatever is most difficult for you to carry, and trust me on this, you'll carry it more times than you can count until you decide that's exactly what you want to do most and then it won't weigh a thing anymore."
"If you were smart, you'd probably spend more time stretching," he said and I said, "If I were really smart, I'd probably spend more time just sitting in the shade drinking lemonade."
"If you're right and I'm not, I'm going to be hell to live with," she said. "So, you better think about that next time you want to be right."
"Waiting for the pen to dry up so he can start fresh with thoughts that are worth new ink."
"There are your fog people and your sun people," he said. I said I wasn't sure which kind I was. He nodded. "Fog'll do that to you," he said.
"She is willing to accept that she creates her own reality, except for some of the parts where she can't help but wonder what the hell she was thinking."
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