This is life. Things get taken away. You will learn to start over many times-or you will be useless.

One must indeed test the strings to this life, bounce the bow, wet the mouthpiece, prepare for the deeper music that follows.

No, Edward. You are here so I can teach you something. All the people you meet here have one thing to teach you.

At a certain point, your life is more about your legacy to your kids than anything else.

This is part of what a family is about, not just love, but letting others know there's someone who is watching out for them. It's what I missed so much when my mother died-what I call your 'spiritual...

I shot you, all right, he said, and you lost something, but you gained something as well. You just don't know it yet. I gained something, too.What?I got to keep my promise. I didn't leave you behind.

This is how you start to get respect, by offering something that you have.

You live on - in the hearts of everyone you have touched and nurtured while you were here...Death ends life, not a relationship.

Status will get you nowhere. Only an open heart will allow you to float equally between everyone.

People often belittle the place where they were born but heaven can be found in the most unlikely places.

Something is always happening somewhere.

But I do know we're deficient in some way. We are too involved in materialistic things, and they don't satisfy us. The loving relationships we have, the universe around us, we take these things for...

Sacrfice," the captain said. "You made one. I made one. We all made them. But you were angry over yours. You kept thinking about what you lost. You didn't get it. Sacrifice is a part of life. It's...

The story of my recent life.' I like that phrase. It makes more sense than 'the story of my life', because we get so many lives between birth and death. A life to be a child. A life to come of age. A...

Dying is only one thing to be sad over. Living unhappily is something else.

The pollenless trees were genomed to repel bugs and birds; the stagnant air reeked of insecticide.

Souls cross ages like clouds cross skies, an' tho' a cloud's shape nor hue nor size don't stay the same, it's still a cloud an' so is a soul. Who can say where the cloud's blowed from or who the...