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For Beatrice— Our love broke my heart, and stopped yours.
Oh, here’s the turn for Rarely Ridden Road.
As I’m sure you know, whenever you are examining someone else’s belongings, you are bound to learn many interesting things about the person of which you were not previously aware.
Miracles are like meatballs, because nobody can exactly agree what they are made of, where they come from, or how often they should appear.
Some people say that a sunrise is a miracle, because it is somewhat mysterious and often very beautiful, but other people say it is simply a fact of life, because it happens every day and far too early in the morning.
I must tell you that there is one more similarity between a miracle and a meatball, and it is that they both might appear to be one thing but turn out to be another.
Grief, a type of sadness that most often occurs when you have lost someone you love, is a sneaky thing, because it can disappear for a long time, and then pop back up when you least expect it.
And it is difficult to hide yourself, because you sometimes need to stuff yourself into the trunk of an automobile, or concoct a disguise out of whatever you can find, but it is easy to hide a secret about yourself, because you can merely type it into a book and hope it falls into the right hands.
“Sometimes things can go on right in front of your nose, but you don’t know about them.”
One of the most troublesome things in life is that what you do or do not want has very little to do with what does or does not happen.
You might want to marry someone you love very much, but something could happen that would prevent the two of you from ever seeing one another again.
But the sad truth is that the truth is sad, and that what you want does not matter.
It is hard for decent people to stay angry at someone who has burst into tears, which is why it is often a good idea to burst into tears if a decent person is yelling at you.
“People don’t always get what they deserve in this world.”
