Sculptors, poets, painters, musicians—they’re the traditional purveyors of Beauty. But it can as easily be created by a gardener, a farmer, a plumber, a careworker. It’s the intent you put into your w...
People didn't realize it, but they needed myths to survive, just as much now as when their forebears were alive. Perhaps more. Mythology embodied the world's dreams, helped to make sense of the great...
Look inside yourself for the answers - you're the only one who knows what's best for you. Everybody else is only guessing.
Let me give you some advice: Try to approach things without preconceived ideas, without supposing you already know everything there is to know about them. Get that trick down and you'll be surprised a...
Just stories. You and me, everybody, we’re a set of stories, and what those stories are is what makes us what we are.
I’ve always wondered about the other religions. The Christian god is supposed to have created the world in seven days. Their world—not ours.
I love this world, he added. That is what rules my life. When I die, I want to have done all in my power to leave it in a better state than it was when I found it. At the same time I know that this ca...
Every time you do a good deed you shine the light a little farther into the dark. And the thing is, when you're gone that light is going to keep shining on, pushing the shadows back.
The beginning of a friendship, the fact that two people out of the thousands around them can meet and connect and become friends, seems like a kind of magic to me. But maintaining a friendship require...
Understanding that, for all that they knew so little of each other, there was something deep inside each of them that saw a kindred spirit in the other.
Yes, no. I don't know. It's all so confusing. I'm just a kid.Abuelo smiled. You kept saying that while you told me your story, but what does it mean?That I'm too young to have to be making decisions l...
Well, you know this world isn't perfect.' 'No, you're wrong. This world IS perfect, people just come along and mess it up sometimes.
We are wise women, Abuela liked to say. Not because we are wise, but because we seek wisdom.
Time had ceased to feel linear. She looked up through the crisscrossing branches, thick with buds, into the night sky. The stars tugged at her gaze, trying to pull her up among them, or she was pullin...
Though the three of them were unrelated by blood, they were sisters all the same. In the heart, where it mattered.
I don't think the world is the way we like to think it is. I don't think it's one solid world, but many, thousands upon thousands of them--as many as there are people--because each person perceives th...
Gina always believed there was magic in the world. But it doesn't work in the way it does in fairy tales, she told me. It doesn't save us. We have to save ourselves.
Ghosts were just a way that some stupid people dealt with their dull lives.
Everything is the way it is because we've all agreed that's the way it is.
Bi kashtesko merel i yag, his Uncle Nonka would have said. Without wood the fire would die. Dwelling on sorrow and prikaza merely made them grow.