You have nothing of value to add to the conversation.
He married you for sex and for your body and because ya'll believed the same thing. Those three attributes have vastly changed; none meet the standard anymore.
It is too late to dream; you've already awoken.
If you make it public, someone will try to fix you, you know.
You have no backbone; you can't handle criticism and often do not even know your opinion on the matter.
There are already too many words.
In war, you will have to choose a side.
What would you be if you disallowed others peeking in?
There are more opinions than there are insects.
The web worker's season has begun.
The weeping cherry tree has already dropped all her leaves and it's not even the end of August. Does she do that every year? Is that why she is a weeping tree because she is the first to cry?
It is okay to rest; that is why you reduced your stress load. Take a break.
Whoever decided that loneliness is unhealthy or bad or something that needs fixing? Isn't it just another unavoidable dimension of life?
What is the point of words if one is always left with questions?
Joni Mitchell and The Circle Game; I am alive this round on the carousel where I have landed with others on this round, and at every round the carousel rearranges.
A trillion happenings have led to this moment; a trillion more await.
Like each tiny cell is a universe, so are these steel machines supported by rubber tires mounted on metal wheels roaming about on asphalt. I wonder what is happening in the one beside me? I wonder what all this will look like another 100 years from now? And birds will still soar with wings.