Sunday, October 11, 2015


Today, I randomly pulled out one of my many old notebooks. It was one where I would write down pieces or excerpts from whatever I was reading at that time, and is about ten years old.

Passage therefrom:

"She was so lucky. So few people really had the love of their lives with them. Most people yearned for lost chances. For opportunities missed. It would be a stupid woman who would give away one moment of this time by fretting and agonizing and trying to redefine the past"

(The Glass Lake, Maeve Binchy)


  1. From ten years ago. Wow, you save all the books.

    I think I have a lot of such excerpts from books / life, but a many (all) have been lost along the way.

    1. I haven't saved all the books, but I have quite a lot of them still!