That is often why you come to music, isn't it? To feel that you are not alone?
As I crossed the street, my sister yelled out the window, "Do you want us to bring you a cone?" and I thought, You're so stupid, Roberta, cones melt.
You humans are always locking each other away. Cells. Dungeons. Some of your earliest jails were sewers, where men sloshed in their own waste. No other creature has this arrogance-to confine its own....
...when you most need it, neither money nor power will give you the feeling you're looking for, no matter how much of them you have.
Die as a sacrifice is more worthy then a suicide
Please make it yesterday, when Papa came home.
What was the constant?...
Do what the Buddhists do. Every day, have a little bird on your shoulder that asks, 'Is today the day? Am I read? Am I doing all I need to do? Am I being the person i want to be?' He turned his head...
Amazing, I thought. I worked in the news business. I covered stories where people died. I interviewed grieving family members. I even attended the funerals. I never cried. Morrie, for the suffering of...
I see your face in every flower, your eyes in stars above, it's just the thought of you, the very thought of you, my love…
I give myself a good cry if i need it. A little each morning, a few tears and that's all.
And thus unknowingly, Dor began to serve his sentence -- to hear every plea from every soul who desired more of the thing he had first identified, the thing that moved man further from the simple...
Love. . . . You are born in it . . . you return to it.
Her death was as insignificant as her life.
But Father Time is real. And, in truth, he cannot age. Beneath the unruly beard and cascading hair-signs of life, not death-his body is lean, his skin unwrinkled, immune to the very thing he lords...
Einstein once postulated that if you traveled at an enormous rate of speed, time would actually slow down relative to the world you left behind,so that seeing the future without aging alongside it was...
When you're an outcast, even a tossed stone can be cherished.
Have you ever known a man of faith? Did you run the other way? If so, stop running. Maybe sit for a minute. For a glass of ice water. For a plate of corn bread. You may find there is something...
The slightest human contact was immediate joy.
Life is a series of pulls back and forth.
Don't assume that it's too late to get involved
Mitch, that's what faith is. If they spit in your face, you say it must be raining. But you still come back tomorrow.
His father, who for years had refused to speak to Eddie, now lacked the strength to even try. He watched his son with heavy-lidded eyes. Eddie, after struggling to find even one sentence to say, did...
Over time, I guess all your teachers find their way into your music, right?
I begin to call Morrie Coach, the way I used to address my high school track coach. Morrie likes the nickname. Coach, he says. All right, I'll be your coach. And you can be my player. You can play all...
that each affects the other and tho other affects the next, and the world is full of stories, but the stories are all one.
You're never in love with anyone the way you are when you're eighteen, on a beach, at night, with your shoes off. I still can't believe he's gone.
Why humans kill each other is beyond my comprehension, but I can testify that you have been doing it since your inception. Only the weapons change.
Sunflowers waiting for the sunshine. Violets just waiting for dew. Bees just waiting for honey And honey, I'm just waiting for you!
You're not getting it," Eddie gently replied. "I needed to save you. It let me make up for the life I took. That's how salvation works. The wrongs we do open doors to do right.
The Red Lion was a four-ale bar with a handful of lowbrowed sons of toil who looked as though they...
What could you do? Major Major asked himself again. What could you do with a man who looked you...
If I turned towards books, it was because they were the only sanctuary I knew, one I needed in order...
We all had to pay, but not for the crimes we were accused of. There were other scores to settle.
Havermeyer was a lead bombardier who never missed. Yossarian was a lead bombardier who had been...
Why are they going to disappear him? I don't know. It doesn't make sense. It isn't even good...
Keep in mind that when we talk of a great painting we are not really talking about anything great....
Read me back the last line. 'Read me back the last line,' read back the corporal who could take...
the full fury of his storming countenance with its rugged overhang of gullied forehead and huge crag...