Admiring the sky served no evolutionary purpose whatsoever; in the Pliocene epoch, it might even have been dangerous. So who was it that first stopped in their tracks at the sight of a sunrise? Thought, Holy crap, that’s a beautiful thing? ~ Eric Puchner, Dream State
Strength, I had learned, was like this littered forest floor, built of small triumphs and infinite blunders, sunny hours followed by sudden storms that tore it all down. We are one and all alike if for no other reason than the excruciating and beautiful way we grow piece by unpredictable piece, falling, pushing from the debris, rising again, and hoping for the best. ~ Shelley Read, Go as a River
“...all we have is the story we tell. Everything we do, every decision we make, our strength, weakness, motivation, history, and character — what we believe — none of it is real; it’s all part of the story we tell. But here’s the thing: it’s our goddamned story!” ~ Jess Walter, Beautiful Ruins
“I didn’t know it was happiness at the time, because it felt like busyness and exhaustion and financial stress and self doubt.” ~ Virginia Evans, The Correspondent: A Novel