I was not a natural. . . . This is the story of becoming . . . the Hard Way.
Maybe we're just falling stars, we once danced in the same skyline looking down at the world. And we've fallen like all others, from near and far, we've gathered together, but separated by time and sp...
Love powers my heart and color powers my soul.
Some men give up their designs when they have almost reached the goal While others, on the contrary, obtain a victory by exerting, at the last moment, more vigorous efforts than ever before.
People and institutions that refuse to admit error eventually discredit themselves.
Babies cry at birth because it is the first time they experience separation from love.
Kids are absolutely starved for positive adult contact.
Even now I remember those pictures, like pictures in a storybook one loved as a child. Radiant meadows, mountains vaporous in the trembling distance; leaves ankle-deep on a gusty autumn road; bonfires...
My father, [was] a mid-level phonecompany manager who treated my mother at best like an incompetent employee. At worst? He never beat her, but his pure, inarticulate fury would fill the house for days...
I raised you so high that every other man on earth is now doomed to live in your shadow.
Why wait to forgive and let go only after you have sufficiently wallowed in your despair? Why not forgive and let go now?