We don't know what we'd do. Nobody knows what accident of fate or DNA or character will determine how we act when the shit hits the fan.
There is no competition of sounds between a nightingale and a violin.
Children imitate their parents, employees their managers.
How I miss wandering around with old souls, Aimlessly moving from one place to anotherHow I miss all our dreams and our goalsAnd how we've lost ourselves to find each otherSeems like a playful game of...
Quality is not an act, it is a habit.
The sorrow for the dead is the only sorrow from which we refuse to be divorced. Every other wound we seek to heal - every other affliction to forget; but this wound we consider it a duty to keep open...
Now, 75 years [after ], in an abundant society where people have laptops, cell phones, iPods, and minds like empty rooms, I still plod along with books.
I'm getting asked a lot, 'You don't have kids, so how do you know how to act like a mother?' I know nothing could compare, and I haven't had that experience, but when my niece was born, I felt like I...
Oh honey, someday a real man is going to make you see stars and you won't even be looking at the sky." Excerpt from Grace Willow's Last Minute Bride
The death of a billionaire is worth more to the media than the lives of a billion poor people.
Nobody but you have to believe in your dreams to make them a reality.