Then Again

by Diane Keaton

She knew one thing: It all boils down to family. One day you end up having spent your life with a handful of people. I did. I have a family—two, really. Well, three if you think about it. There are my siblings, and there are my children, but I also have an extended family. The people who stayed. The people who became more than friends; the people who open the door when I knock. That’s what it all boils down to. The people who have to open the door, not because they always want to but because they do.

“Memories are simply moments that refuse to be ordinary.”

“To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under Heaven. A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to weep and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, a time to dance. A time to get and a time to lose.”

That’s what I learned. Now will soon be Then. Then can never become Now. We can’t save the past or solve the riddle of love. But to me, it’s worth trying.