It's such a big world," She'd say wistfully. "Something is always happening somewhere.

We all yearn for what we have lost. But sometimes, we forget what we have

I was so lonely." And Father Time said, "You were never alone.

Once, when Giselle was alive, he thought about the future. Now he only thought about the past.

Once you have a sister, you never stop having her, even if you can no longer see or touch her.

Our culture doesn't encourage you to think about such things until you're about to die. We're so wrapped up with egotistical things, career, family, having enough money, meeting the mortgage, getting...

Do not cry over losing blood. Not for something you love.

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...