Its the inner torture of every captured soldier, the shot distance between freedom and seizure.
In the South American rainforest, there is a tribe called the Desana, who see the world as a fixed quantity of energy that flows between all creatures. Every birth must therefore engender a death, and...
I have said that music allows for quick creation. But it is nothing compared with what you humans can destroy in a single conversation.
Faith is about doing. You are how you act, not just how you believe.
Eddie turned away. Because I saved you, as tough as those years were for you, as bad as it was with your hand, you got to grow up, too. And because you got to grow up...When he turned back, Annie froz...
Dying, Morrie suddenly said, is the only one thing to be sad over, Mitch. Living unhappily is something else. So many of the people who come to visit me are unhappy.
And I realized when you look at your mother, you are looking at the purest love you will ever know.
We think that hating is a weapon that attacks the person who harmed us. But hatred is a curved blade. And the harm we do, we do to ourselves.
We humans make so much of 'our' time on earth. We measure it, we compare it, we put it in our tombstones.
We are too involved in materialistic things, and they don't satisfy us. The loving relationships we have, the universe around us, we take these things for granted.
There are songs that you play that you have to restart, and songs that you play that you never get right. But when a song is complete, there is no more you can do.
There are moments on earth when the Lord smiles at the unexpected sweetness of His creation.
The problem is that we don't believe that we are much alike as we are. Whites and blacks, Catholic and Protestants, men and women. If we saw each other as more alike, we might be very eager to join in...
She explains that lost love is still love.Life has to end but love doesn't
Rock and roll, big band, the blues. He loved them all. He would close his eyes and with a blissful smile begin to move to his own sense of rhythm. It wasn't always pretty.
One must indeed test the strings in this life, bounce the bow, wet the mouthpiece, prepare for the deeper music that follows.
My mother inhaled.
Man wants to own his existence. But no one owns time.
Love comes when you least expect it. Love comes when you most need it. Love comes when you are ready to receive it or can no longer deny it. These are common expressions that hold varying truths of lo...
In order to move on, you must understand why you felt what you did and why you no longer need to feel it.