bittersweet

The two of us are lIke sunshine and the rain. Together... We are the wellspring of all life. But between us, there will will bloom no flowers. We shall bear no fruit. For us, all of time... Shall be evergreen."And that's fine. I will be here always. To you... I give eternity."Hotaka

Had I only known my lettersWould be of such importanceI__ empty myself on paperEvery single morning__nd it was for such reason,as she read his little stanza,that she decided to stamponefinalletter:__very single morningI__ empty myself on paperYou were my greater importanceThat__ why I wrote you letters.

Saving you was worth losing what we might've had.

I would stay away from him and leave him to go his own road where there would be other women, countless other women, who would probably give him as much physical pleasure as he had had with me. I wouldn__ care, or at least I told myself that I wouldn__ care, because none of them would ever own him__wn any larger piece of him than I now did.

He can smell his cologne, his shampoo, and something else -- he can smell the boy's own scent, something bittersweet.

Life at best is bittersweet.

And the pomegranates,/like memories, are bittersweet/as we huddle together,/remembering just how good/life used to be

my own chocolate center has filled up with poison,the roses he gave me all twisted black

There's that horrible-beautiful moment, that bitter-sweet impasse where you know that somebody is bullshitting you but they're doing it with such panache and conviction...no, it's because they say exactly what you want to hear, at that point in time.

He was the friend of my life. You know, you only have one friend like that; there can't be two.

It's a good story,' he said. He even grinned at me. 'I'll tell you.''Please,' I said.And then he did.

Out on the lawn, Bunny had just knocked Henry's ball about seventy feet outside the court. There was a ragged burst of laughter; faint, but clear, it floated back across the evening air. That laughter haunts me still.

And as Sean climbs into bed and closes his eyes, Mother comes, riding astride a lion the size of a house, blowing a clarion from a horn made out of a hollowed-out elephant's tusk. Her eyes have a faint crimson glow from the lasers that are mounted behind her irises, ready to fire at will.'I touched a prince's chest today and made his heart stop,' she says. 'I'll do it again if I have to: they'll see what happens if anyone gets in my way. Good night, my son. Remember that I will always keep you safe; that I am always everywhere and always here.''Good night, Mom,' Sean says, and falls asleep.And Mother recedes, wise and beautiful and strong, a genius and a hero, a punisher of thieves and a slayer of wicked men, to watch over her son in all her different versions.

She said that everything that disappeared from our side went over to theirs, where they kept living normal lives, waiting for the things still lingering with us to join them, and make the world whole once more.

And you find some way to surviveAnd you find out you don't have to be happy at all..To be happy you're alive.

Well, then, what's the plan now? You can't stay here forever.'My plan was indeed to stay there forever.

Momentary happiness is worse than permanent misery.

The machines of this place are failing, and the woman and I are here all alone. The perpetual motion engine, as brilliant and beautiful as it is, is running down__othing lasts forever. But before this little world falls out of the sky there still might be time enough for redemption. There is still time for me to say the words that I should have had the courage to say at the beginning.There is still time, perhaps, for one more miracle.Hello, Miranda.