[Maisie] Tell me, Dr. Dene, if you were to name one thing that made the difference between those who get well quickly and those who don't, what would it be?[Dr. Dene] ...In my opinion, acceptance has...
There are many oppressed people across the border, people who are dirt poor and have little chance in life. Then there are those who don’t want them anywhere near the table, let alone sitting at the f...
Their love was thus seeded in the rich soil of mutual understanding.
We are all apprentices, Maisie. Even when we think we’ve graduated to another rung on the ladder of experience, there is always much to learn. Every soul who comes to me for counsel gives me another l...
She had learned, long ago and in the intervening years when she was apart from all she loved, that to endure the most troubling times she had to break down time itself--one carefully crafted stitch af...
Maisie bit her lip. She had learned that sometimes it was best to let words die of their own accord, rather than fight them.
In the months following James' death, on thought had returned time and again as she passed others in the street. What secrets did these people hold? What had they endured? She wondered how many people...
But there are many men-and women-who do things in a time of war that they wouldn't dream of doing in peacetime, and all for the common good.
My first ever job after college was as a flight attendant. I wanted to travel and could not afford it, so I decided to get myself a job where I could travel. I did it for two years and had great fun.
When you are sitting in silence, you open the door to a deeper wisdom--the knowing of the ages. When you are walking, with the path to that wisdom already carved anew by your daily practice, you find...
Grannies to the rescue.
With a true masterpiece, there are no words required. Discourse is rendered redundant. That's why the work of a master transcends all notions of education, of class. It rises above the onlooker's unde...
Never judge a journey by the distance...
He’s what my old mum would call a bombastic little nit of a man.
Wisdom comes when we acknowledge what we can never know.
Solitude was her soul's hermitage.
Least I feel as if I’m doing something. Making shells, like. Least I’m not just sitting on my bum while them boys get shot to bits over there.
Of each other. I think we’re at the end. I just feel it.
Intimacy that can be had, even in a crowded room, when two people want only
Use your training, Maisie, your heart, your intuition, and your love for your father to forge a new, even stronger, bond.