Free time was the most precious time, when you should be doing what you loved, or at least slowing down enough to remember what made your life worthwhile and happy.
All night long I worried, not about myself but about Jimmy. I imagined him looking for me, running through the park, looking in the movie theatres. He was a good man, considerate and kind, but he was...
Whenever I'm with my [teenager] I feel as though I have to spend the whole time avoiding land mines.
I do not consider myself a religious person, because I don't adhere to a particular religion or faith or prescribed beliefs, as did my father, who was a Baptist minister. And I am not an atheist, one...
I'm not saying fate happens without blame. but when fate turns out well, everyone should forget the bad road that got us here.
When you lose your face..., it is like dropping your necklace down a well. The only way you can get it back is to fall in after it.
What use for? asks my mother, jiggling the table with her hand. You put something else on top, everything fall down.
If you don’t take a chance, someone else will give you his luck. And if you get bad luck, then you need to take another chance to turn things from bad to good.
I love and am loved, fully and freely, nothing expected, more than enough received.
I let one thing result from another. Of course, all of it could have been just loosely connected coincidences. And whether that's true or not, I know the intention was there. Becasue when I want somet...
I ask myself, How can I relax? How can I let go of everything that's happened? You need complete trust to do that.
He asked if he could recite a poem he had written that morning: 'You speak,' he said, 'the language of shooting stars, more surprising than sunrise, more brilliant than the sun, as brief as sunset. I...
For unlike my mother, I did not believe I could be anything I wanted to be. I could only be me.
Even though I did not understand her entire story, I understood her grief.
You can have pride in what you do each day, but not arrogance in what you were born with.
While it is good to speak well, it is better to speak the truth.
When you already believe something, how can you suddenly stop? When you are a loyal friend, how can you no longer be one?
We are lost, she and I, unseen and not seeing, unheard and not hearing, unknown by others.
These days I realize that faith and fate have similar effects on the believer. They suggest that a higher power knows the next move and that we are at the mercy of that force. They differ, among other...
That was how dishonesty and betrayal started, not in big lies but in small secrets.