Things don't matter, people do

I've grieved enough for his life cut short and for mine for running on for so long with so little in it. It's weakness now, but I suppose I am crying out of a general sense of loss. Maybe I am mourning for the human condition.

The dead do not harm us, only the alive.

I am afraid of reduction. After a lifetime's independence- yes, selfish independence- I am terrified of being reduced to childhood once more, to helplessness, to seas of confusion from which the cruel lucid intervals poke up like rock shoals. I don't want to sit in my chair and be fed, much less do I want to be handed over to medical professionals.

Wherever you look there is so much loss and folly to contemplate.

I am not afraid of death, which after all can't be far away. What does frighten me, though, is the halfway stage.

The dead were just the dead, neither awful nor remarkable. History separated out these individuals and preserved their names where others were obilterated for ever.

Death preserves an ideal.

The dead and not-yet dead, we are company all together.

They had lived and known glory, and then they were ddead. She was alive and they were not, and nothing but a heartbeat separated her from them

I can only strive for what is important

Learning is important. It is a way to make a life better for yourself and your family.

Like so many plain cups on the shelves. You can reach for them, use them without thinking. Most of them don't matter. Sometimes you lose your grip on one of them and it falls and smashes to piece, and you shrug and say to yourself, what a pity. Then you reach for the cup that you use every day, one that you love and use so often that as you stretch out your hand it is already making the shape that fits its curve. You are certain that yesterday it was in its proper place, but now there is nothing. Just air. You have lost something that was so familiar, so much a part of your life that you were not even looking for it. Just expecting it to be there, as always.

I need them and they need me to need them

The future offers everything. Reach out and take whatever you want.

I am afraid of losing what I have already valued.

I will continue my path, but I will keep a memory always.

Let her be with her memories. Better that than be aware of this reality.

Try to capture what you can't bear to be without

Some things I can never forget. I must not. Otherwise what do I have left?

As well as remembering too little, I have seen too much

Anything that makes it easier to understand, makes it a little easier to bear.

When you're young, everything carries a twin charge of novelty and infinite possibility

The richness of the whole world reduced to a choice that was not a choice at all, but a sentence.

Christmas works like glue, it keeps us all sticking together.

How age enamels us, she would say. It builds up in layers and locks us inside our own skin, stopping us from breaking out, preventing the outside from burrowing in.

Is nothing in life ever straight and clear the way children see it?