“You never know when you might be seeing someone for the last time.”
Marilynne Robinson book Housekeeping
Source: Housekeeping
“You never know when it will be the last time you'll see your father, or kiss your wife, or play with your little brother, but there's always a last time. If you could remember every last time, you'd never stop grieving.”
Source: This is Where I Leave You
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