You never know what’s going to be in the garden in June when you’re looking at it in January.

I guess I wonder what it would be like, to be living their live instead of mine.

Love is insanity, apparently.

Like Christmas trees and Easter egg hunts and the block party on the last day of summer, we do things because traditions feel cozy and safe.

Steadfast Seas and Mountains

The lofty mountains and the seas,
Being mountains, being seas,
Both exist and are real.
But frail as flowers are the lives of men,
Passing phantoms of this world.

Youth is a disease but it's curable and passes quickly.