Friday, July 17, 2009

Have you ever gathered a handful of sand and felt you had hold of something? You squeeze and squeeze, and the harder you squeeze, the faster the sand runs out, till there's nothing left except a few grains in the palm of your hand. The remains of quite a few dreams. For a while you try top save those last grains; then suddenly they are gone and you are left with nothing.

Sacha Carnegie, "The Dark Night"

2 comments:

Honey said...

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Dorothy L said...

It is like an hour glass...we cannot control time...it moves forward even if we choose to stand still.
Wise thoughts & words!