“In one day I had altered my life; my life, therefore, was alterable. This simple axiom did not call out for exegesis; no, it entered my bloodstream directly, as powerful as heroin. I could feel it pump and surge, the way it brightened my veins to a kind of glass. I had wakened that morning to narrowness and predestination and now I was falling asleep in the storm of my own free will.” WayFeelsKindFallMy OwnSimplePowerfulMorningOne DayGlassesStormFree WillVeinsAlteredHeroinAxiomsPumpsPredestinationFalling AsleepExegesis Author:Carol Shields
“Happiness is the lucky pane of glass you carry in your head. It takes all your cunning just to hang on to it, and once it's smashed you have to move into a different sort of life.” DifferentMovingLuckyGlassesCunning Author:Carol Shields
