Chin up, don’t smile, don’t cry, don’t fall, walk.
But Holly, nobody’s life is filled with perfect little moments. And if it were, they wouldn’t be perfect little moments. They would just be normal. How would you ever know happiness if you never exper...
Being the best was as equal to being in the middle, which was equal to being the worst. All were merely a state of being. It was how a person felt in that state and why they were in that state that wa...
Am I OK? I'm lots of things. I'm lonely, I'm tired, I'm sad, I'm happy, I'm lucky, I'm unlucky; I'm a million different things every day of the week. But I suppose OK is one of them.
Age is only a number, not a state of mind or a reason for any type of particular behavior.
Zeit kann man nicht verschenken. Aber wir können sie miteinander teilen.
You were my wonderfully bespoke original guide to happiness.
You both know where you want to be. I suppose that's because you have each other and anywhere Dad is feels like home to you. I've learned that home isn't a place, it's a feeling.
Time is more precious than gold, more precious than diamonds, more precious than oil or any valuable treasures.
The moon made me do it.
My mother says that I have a knack for remembering what others forget. Sometimes it's a curse; nobody likes it when there's somebody to remember what they've tried so hard to bury.
Miracles only grow where you plant them.
Just when you think you’ve got it all figured out, just when you finally begin to plan something, get excited about something, and feel like you know what direction you’re heading in, the paths change...
Josh corre riesgos; es más valiente que yo. Siempre va un paso más allá aunque sabe que no debería. Pero lo hace igualmente y aprende. Pienso que los adultos tenemos mucho que aprender de eso. Quizá n...
It's funny because when you're a child, you believe you can be anything you want to be, go wherever you want to go. There are no limits. You expect the unexpected, you believe in magic. Then you grow...
I've learned that a ten-minute shower and the gift of going to the toilet without a ticking clock restores much more in new parents than personal hygiene.
I'm sure it's like you writing a story. If you don't care, how can the reader?
I wonder if my watching him from the armchair is what it's like to be God, if there is a God. He sits back and sees the big picture, just as I could see that if the bluebottle just moved up a few inch...
I think I need to facewhat I could have been in order to understand and accept what I am.
I never wanted anything new; from the age of ten, I was convinced that you couldn't replace what was lost. I insisted on things having to be found.