Our lives are the sum of our memories. How much are we willing to lose from our already short lives by … not paying attention?
We've spent the last few millennia aware that senescence is horrible but knowing nevertheless that it's inevitable. We've had to find some mechanism to put it out of our minds so we can get on with our miserably short lives.
Such short little lives our pets have to spend with us, and they spend most of it waiting for us to come home each day. It is amazing how much love and laughter they bring into our lives and even how much closer we become with each other because of them.
She liked things that had been written by people who had lived short, ugly, and tragic lives. Or, who at least, were English.
Such short little lives our pets have to spend with us, and they spend most of it waiting for us to come home each day.
Children seldom have a proper sense of their own tragedy, discounting and keeping hidden the true horrors of their short lives, humbly imagining real calamity to be some prestigious drama of the grown-up world.
The saddest thing about ephemerals was that their little lives rarely held time enough for love.
Do you do this because you live such short lives? Tell yourselves wild tales of what might happen tomorrow, and feel all the feelings of events that will never happen? Perhaps to make up for the pasts you cannot recall, you invent futures that will not exist.
