D. Morgenstern Quotes
It almost contradicts itself, " she says after a moment. "It's as if there is love and loss at the same time, together in a kind of beautiful pain.
My train was late that day. the day I saw you drop your notebook. Had it been on schedule we never would have met. Maybe we were never meant to.
They seek each other out, these people of such specific like mind. They tell of how they found the circus, how those first few steps were like magic.
You are no longer quite certain which side of the fence is a dream.
I tried to explain as much as I could, " Poppet says. "I think I made an analogy about cake.""Well, that must have worked, " Widget says. "Who doesn't like a good cake analogy?
Hate and love were both conceived in fear, perhaps that was why they were nearly the same thing, but only one was steeped in hope.
Have you tried the cinnamon things?" Poppet asks. "They're rather new. What are they called, Widge?""Fantastically delicious cinnamon things?
It's not a real name, " she says. "Not one that he's carried with him always. It's one he wears like his hat. So he can take it off if he wants.
Bedtime storiesEventide RhapsodiesAnthologies of MemoryPlease enter cautiously and feel free to open what is closed
And I know, too, that recognizing one's mistakes does not erase them.
Now, in the modern money economy everything in the nature of a social-economic occurrence consists in human actions and behaviour.
...the facts of economic life cannot be comprehensively described in terms of statistics.
Our knowledge of dynamic processes is necessarily inferior to our ability to describe stationary conditions.
She had been nothing but a beloved bauble passed from a mother to a son, a decoration of vanity, devoid of identity.
Good and evil are a great deal more complex than a princess and a dragon, or a wolf and a scarlet-clad little girl. And is not the dragon the hero of his own story?
Perhaps her only legacy would be that she had known something immortal, and while eternity may still belong to God alone, not all things were enslaved by time.
Humour is the contemplation of the finite from the point of view of the infinite.
There is a ghost That eats handkerchiefs It keeps you company On all your travels.
The false face had been handsome, yes, but consciously so. As though he was too aware of his own attractivensss, something she found distinctly unappealing.
