“I did not cry [...] I did not think. I simply sat, and watched and waited. One road had closed, one path to resolution. I would never make it up with her, never get to apologize or tell her what she'd meant to me. I would not be her friend again. I had not conceived this possibility. Forgiveness. I hoped she had forgiven me.” LongPainDeathHeartbreakNostalgia Book:Shirley Source: Shirley
“An adventure can begin without warning, that the most minor decisions—right, left—can change lives in a moment. That friendships, even the best of them, don't always survive. Oh, and this: that so much of what happens can't ever be proved—the best we can do is write out paltry tales.” LongNostalgia Book:Shirley Source: Shirley
“At a table, in a public library, on a winter Saturday, and yet I felt as if I'd arrived home. That house in North Bennington, another winter ten years earlier, and I as young as a girl could be and yet as old as any other Mother Earth, and I had learned what it was to love. How to be loved and how to provide love, and how to be of service as a gesture to the gods. Had I known how fast it would all go, how little it would amount to, would I have lived each day more consciously? Ah, me. I don't have the faintest idea.” LongNostalgia Book:Shirley Source: Shirley