Quotes by Jim Bishop

“Death is as casual-and often as unexpected-as birth. It is as difficult to define grief as joy. Each is finite. Each will fade.”

“Grief and sadness knits two hearts in closer bonds than happiness ever can; and common sufferings are far stronger than common joys”

“True love is night jasmine, a diamond in darkness, the heartbeat no cardiologist has ever heard. It is the most common of miracles, fashioned of fleecy clouds -- a handful of stars tossed into the night sky.”

“It is difficult to live in the present, ridiculous to live in the future, and impossible to live in the past. Nothing is as far away as one minute ago.”

“A newspaper is lumber made malleable. It is ink made into words and pictures. It is conceived, born, grows up and dies of old age in a day.”

“The morning after a death, we learned an avalanche of goodies about the renowned, some of which persuaded the reader that he should have cultivated the deceased in life.”

“It is impossible to read for pleasure from something to which you are both father and mother, born in such travail that the writer despises the thing that enslaved him.”

Books, I found, had the power to make timestand still, retreat or fly into the future.

Autumn carries more gold in its pocket than all the other seasons.

Watching your daughter being collected by her date feels like handing over a million-dollar Stradivarius to a gorilla.

True love is night jasmine a diamond in darkness the heartbeat no cardiologist has ever heard. It is the most common of miracles fashioned of fleecy clouds - a handful of stars tossed into the night sky.

Gimme: An agreement between two losers who cant putt.

It is difficult to live in the present ridiculous to live in the future and impossible to live in the past.

True love is night jasmine a diamond in darkness the heartbeat no cardiologist has ever heard. It is the most common of miracles fashioned of fleecy clouds a handful of stars tossed into the night sky.

Golf is played by twenty million mature American men whose wives think they are out having fun.

When you read about a car crash in which two or three youngsters are killed, do you pause to dwell on the amount of love and treasure and patience parents poured into bodies no longer suitable for open caskets?

Nobody understands anyone 18, including those who are 18.

At 19, everything is possible and tomorrow looks friendly.

Watching your daughter being collected by her date feels like handing over a million dollar Stradivarius to a gorilla.

Archaeology is the peeping Tom of the sciences. It is the sandbox of men who care not where they are going they merely want to know where everyone else has been.