Stephen King
(Source: venula)
It seems incredible to me, how we let the smallest of inconveniences sour our day. A split coffee, a missed train, stepping into a puddle… When the really terrible things happen we beg for the little horrors, to take away the massive hits and replace them with the annoyances. It seems quaint now, doesn’t it; the forgotten umbrella on a rainy day, the fight that leaves you shaking with rage…. Would it help if we could see what was coming? We would have known that those were the best moments of our lives?
I doubt it.
John Green