I Love My Round Size Quotes & Sayings

You can't tell that the coffin holds the body of a boy.
He wasn't even sixteen but his coffin's the same size as a man's would be.
It's not just that he was young, but because it was so sudden. No one should die the way he did; that's what the faces here say.
I think about him, in there, with all that space, and I want to stop them. I want to open the box and climb in with him. To wrap him up in a duvet. I can't bear the thought of him being cold.
And all the time the same question flails around my head, like a hawkmoth round a light-bulb: Is it possible to keep loving somebody when they kill someone you love? — C.J. Flood

The spaces between stars are where the work of the universe is done. — Ivan Doig

If you must look back, do so forgivingly. If you must look forward, do so prayerfully. However, the wisest thing you can do is be present in the present ... gratefully. — Maya Angelou

The whole ability to look at the complexity of race and any sort of associated -ism and still find humor, that's a very interesting space. — Rashid Johnson

Nigeria is a country with abundance of wealth, but because of lack of truth and integrity, the wealth are stolen, but the paradox of the whole thing is, this stolen wealth always find their way to nations with no apparent natural wealth, but with a high credit of degree of truth and honesty. — Sunday Adelaja

I love to go to Acapulco with my family. — Enrique Pena Nieto

Morning Prayer. We have left undone those things which we ought to have done; and we have done those things which we ought not to have done.{21} — Various

Lady, the sun's light to our eyes is dear, And fair the tranquil reaches of the sea, And flowery earth in May, and bounding waters; And so right many fair things I might praise; Yet nothing is so radiant and so fair As for souls childless, with desire sore-smitten, To see the light of babes about the house. — Euripides

Pulsar: a dying star spinning under its own exploding anarchic energy, like a lighthouse on speed. A star the size of a city, a city the size of a star, whirling round and round, its death-song caught by a radio receiver, light years later, like a recorded message nobody heard, back-played now into infinity across time. Love and loss. — Jeanette Winterson