“People change, he thought -it's truism- but how? Our life is confined to days, after all: Sunday to Monday, dusk to dawn. What great alterations can take place in someone between breakfast and lunch? Is it possible to wake up… — Sam Taylor Copy Share Image
“But hope, I can tell you, is an exhausting emotion; perhaps, along with fear, the most exhausting of all. It is like juggling eggs: the hope is the shell, and inside is despair. A single crack and the despair might… — Sam Taylor Copy Share Image
“People change, he thought -it's truism- but how? Our life is confined to days, after all: Sunday to Monday, dusk to dawn. What great… — Sam Taylor Copy Share
“Sometimes the feeling would sneak up on me over a number of days: friendliness, tenderness, slowly growing in the hothouse of my introspection, swelling… — Sam Taylor Copy Share
“But hope, I can tell you, is an exhausting emotion; perhaps, along with fear, the most exhausting of all. It is like juggling eggs:… — Sam Taylor Copy Share
“His mistake was to think that, by seeing objectively, he was seeing the street in its entirety. What he didn't see -- what he… — Sam Taylor Copy Share
“Often, I find, it is better to forget what you know, and to believe only what you can see with your own two eyes.” — Sam Taylor Copy Share
“I look back at the thousands of days through which I have lived, and feel awed by their inconsequentiality. My life resembles the writing… — Sam Taylor Copy Share
