Strangers in Time

by David Baldacci

There are no strangers here Only friends you haven’t met yet. —attributed to William Butler Yeats

To dream is often to deceive oneself. We may dream so often about another sort of life that we forget to live the one that we already possess.”

Pain was a universal connection; everyone felt it at some point in their lives, physically, mentally, and/or emotionally. No one, rich or poor, young or old, was exempt from its claws.

This novel seemed as far from her medical writings as possible, but perhaps not. It was full of psychology, the human condition, in the most traumatic of times. People did not typically need her help when suitably happy with their lives. They needed her skills when the opposite occurred, as it so very often did in life.

It wasn’t so much the decisions you made, it was simply who you stumbled into while you were trying to work out important matters.

Grief, sadness, anger at a loss, and terrible, unrelenting hurt were the costs to be paid for loving and being loved. It felt completely worth the bargain right up until the very moment payment was demanded.

this was their story. Three people standing together against all the world could hurl at them.