But by throwing yourself into these emotions, by allowing yourself to dive in, all the way, over your head even, you experience them fully and completely. You know what pain is. You know what love is....

Perhaps death is the greatest equalizer

And a man without memories is just a shell.

In any conversation, I was taught, there are at least three parties: you, the other person, and the Lord.

I am Music. And I am here for the soul of Frankie Presto. Not all of it. Just the rather large part he took from me when he came into this world. However well used, I am a loan, not a possession. You...

Dying is not in synonymous with Useless

People are only mean when they're threatened and that's what our culture does. That's what our economy does. Even people who have jobs in our economy are threatened, because they worry about loosing...

As long as we can love eachother, and remember the feeling of love we had, we can die without ever really going away. All the love you created is still here. All the memories are still there. You live...

This is what it said: In heaven, we can see you. . . . We can feel you. . . . We know your pain, your tears, but we feel no pain or tears ourselves. . . . There are no bodies here . . . there is no...

These were people so hungry for love that they were accepting substitutes. They were embracing material things and expecting a sort of hug back. But it never works. You can't substitute material...

But man invents nothing God did not create first.

By the way, Reb, about the singing. What gives? Walt Whitman sang the body electric. Billie Holiday sang the blues. You sang…everything. You could sing the phone book. I would call and say how are...

I am not one of the "slower" talents, like Reason or Mathematics. I am Music. If I bless you singing, you can do so from your first attempt.

The culture we have does not make people feel good about themselves.

whisper their good-byes.

Dear friends. I'm dying. Don't be upset. I began to die on July 6, 1917. That's the day I was born, and, in council with what our psalmist says, 'We who are born, are born to die.

Do you really think we'll meet again one day? "Don't you?"

Forgive yourself. Forgive others. Don't wait, Mitch. Not everyone gets the time I'm getting. Not everyone is as lucky. I

ALS is like a lit candle: it melts your nerves and leaves your body a pile of wax.

Lost love is still love, Eddie. It takes a different form, that's all. You can't see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor. But when those senses...

There was a sermon where he brought a squash and a piece of wood, then slammed each with a knife to show that things which grow quickly are often more easily destroyed than those which take a long...

Loss is as old as life itself. But for all our evolution, we are yet to accept it.

His running was over. His dancing was over. Worse, for some reason, the way he used to feel about things was over, too. He withdrew. Things seemed silly or pointless

No story sits by itself. Our lives connect like threads on a loom, interwoven in ways we never realise.

Love is not revenge. It can't be thrown like a rock. And you can't create it to fix your problems. Forcing love is like picking a flower then insisting that it grow.

Have you ever considered how many living things there are on earth? Cleo asked. People. Animals. Birds. Fish. Trees. It makes you wonder how anyone could feel lonely. Yet humans do. It's a shame.She...

There are some mornings when I cry and cry and mourn for myself. Some mornings, I'm so angry and bitter. But it doesn't last too long. Then I get up and say, 'I want to live …

The second death. To think that you died and no one would remember you.

If you believe it, you don't need proof.

But daughters have their own lives. You can't smother them. She'll get married. Have children.