At that moment i felt lonelier than i'd ever felt before, and that loneliness seemed to squat in my lungs and crush all but my most minimal breathing. There was nothing left to say. Not about this....
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....
As children grow, they gravitate to their fates.
People are only mean when they're threatened, and that's what our culture does...And when you get threatened, you start looking out only for yourself. You start making money a god. It is all part of...
He almost told her everything right then, that very moment. But you grab a moment, or you let it pass. He let it pass.
Don't get too attached to anything.
If you've found meaning in your life, you don't want to go back. You want to go forward. You want to see more, do more.
We fear loneliness, Annie, but loneliness itself does not exist. It has no form. It is merely a shadow that falls over us. And Just as shadows die when light changes, the sadness can depart once we...
Because when the world quiets to the sound of your own breathing, we all want the same things: comfort, love, and a peaceful heart.
You don't miss things. You miss people.
People don't die because of loyalty.They don't? She smiled. Religion? Government? Are we not loyal to such things, sometimes to the death?Eddie shrugged.Better, she said, to be loyal to one another.
It is never too late or too soon, the old man had said. It is when it is supposed to be.
Sometimes I think the greatest talent of all is perseverance.
It was sad, the imbalance of it all. Why do kids assume so much from one parent and hold the other to a lower, looser standard?
After the Israelites safely crossed the Red Sea, the Egyptians chased after them and were drowned. God's angels wanted to celebrate the enemy's demise. God saw this and grew angry. He said, in...
If we knew what comes next, we never would have worried.
What in life can love not penetrate?
A mother's voice is like no other. We recognize every lilt and whisper, every warble or shriek.
Did I lose you?""Never.
You marked the minutes," the old man said. "But did you use them wisely? To be still? To cherish? To be grateful? To lift and be lifted?
Holding anger is a poison. It eats you from the inside. We think that hating is a weapon that attacks the person who harmed us. But hatred is a curved blade. And the harm we do, we do to ourselves....
We move through places every day that would never have been if not for those who came before us. Our workplaces, where we spend so much time--we often think they began with our arrival. That's not...
Happiness in a tablet. This is our world. Prozac. Daxil. Xanax. Billions are spent to advertise such drugs. And billions are spent purchasing them. You don't even need a specific trauma, just 'general...
You say you should have died instead of me. But during my time on earth, people died instead of me, too. It happens every day. When lightning strikes a minute after you are gone, or an airplane...
Your voice will come. We all go through the same thing. You cannot talk when you first arrive."He smiled. "It helps you listen.
Suddenly, details seemed extremely important. Details were something to grab on to, a way to insert myself into the story.
That's the thing when people leave us too suddenly, isn't it? We always have so many questions.
but then she did. she died. no more visits, no more phone calls. And without even realizing it, I began to drift, as if my roots had been pulled, as if I were floating down some side branch of a...
In every artist's life, there comes a person who lifts thecurtain on creativity. It is the closest you come to seeingme again.The first time, when you emerge from the womb, I am abrilliant color in...
You'll come to my grave? To tell me your problems?My problems?Yes.'And you'll give me answers?I'll give you what I can. Don't I always?I picture his grave, on the hill, overlooking the pond, some...
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.
Hope for some means its loss for others; when the hopeless regain some hope, those in power--the...
It isn't even good grammar. What the hell does it mean when they disappear somebody?
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...