Never, my heart, is there enough of living. It was a joy sometimes, and I knew grief. And I would like to do it all again. I'd been busy, busy, so busy, preparing for life, while life floated by me, quiet and swift as a regatta. Life is something that happens to you while you're making other plans.
Life seems to love the liver of it.
Receiving what it gives us is a whole other thing. Give up on logic. Life's bare as bone. What an interesting life I had. Use of this site constitutes acceptance of our User Agreement Please read our Privacy Policy and Disclaimer .