ALL A B C D E F G H I J K L M
N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #

Albert T. Fitzgerald: I recall when our lives were unusual and electric. When we burned with something close to fire. But now we sway to a different rhythm. Lives lived without meaning or even directed hope. The passage of time measured only by loss. Loss of a job, loss of a minivan...a son.

  »   More Quotes from
  »   More Quotes from
  »   Back to the