Report, if you have a problem with this page“ Somehow everything always came down to time, she realized with perfect lucidity. There was either too much or too little. It either passed too quickly or too slowly. It didn’t belong to anyone—it was simply a gift, bestowed by God, and yet eternally taken for granted. She closed her eyes for a moment, wishing Time could be tamed—reigned in—and tethered, synchronized with human needs and wants. But that wasn’t the case, was it? ”
R. W. Patterson
From : Dark Night of the Soul: In the darkest of moments...a sacrifice to end a life...a rescue to save a soul.
