You dont have to live forever just live.
You dont have to live forever just live.
And suddenly, she longed for a thunderstorm.
Don't be afraid of death; be afraid of an unlived life. You don't have to live forever, you just have to live.
For some, time passes slowly. An hour can seem like an eternity. For others, there was never enough. For Jesse Tuck, it didn't exist.
For, through the twilight sounds of crickets and sighing trees, a faint, surprising wisp of music came floating to them and all three turned toward it, toward the wood.
I love the book tuck everlasting it was so sad at the end because.... sorry no spoiler alerts.
I was having that dream again, the good one where we're all in heaven and never heard of Treegap.
Life's got to be lived, no matter how long or short. You got to take what comes.
Like all magnificent things, it's very simple.
No connection, you would agree. But things can come together in strange ways. The wood was at the center, the hub of the wheel. All wheels must have a hub. A ferris wheel has one, as the sun is the hub of the wheeling calendar. Fixed points they are, and best left undisturbed, for without them, nothing holds together. But sometimes people find this out too late.
Nothing ever seems interesting when it belongs to you - only when it doesn't.
The ownership of land is an odd thing when you come to think of it. How deep, after all, can it go? If a person owns a piece of land, does he own it all the way down, in ever narrowing dimensions, till it meets all other pieces at the center of the earth? Or does ownership consist only of a thin crust under which the friendly worms have never heard of trespassing?
Time is like a wheel. Turning and turning - never stopping. And the woods are the center; the hub of the wheel. It began the first week of summer, a strange and breathless time when accident, or fate, bring lives together. When people are led to do things, they've never done before. On this summer's day, not so very long ago, the wheel set lives in motion in mysterious ways.
You can't have living without dying. So you can't call it living, what we got. We just are, we just be, like rocks beside the road.
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