Inside all humans is the entirety of your memories, the ones you can access and the ones you cannot.
When hope is gone, time is punishment.
Please do not leave me, he thought. He could not bear a world without Alli. He realized how much he relied on her from morning until night. She was his only conversation. His only smile. She prepared...
Everything man does today to be efficient, to fill the hour? It does not satisfy. It only makes him hungry to do more. Man wants to own his existence. But no one owns time. When you are measuring life...
La vida es una serie de tirones hacia atrás y hacia adelante. Quieres hacer una cosa pero estás obligado hacer otra diferente. Algo te hace daño, pero tú sabes que no debería hacértelo. Das por supues...
I shot you, all right, he said, and you lost something, but you gained something as well. You just don't know it yet. I gained something, too.What?I got to keep my promise. I didn't leave you behind.
Sunflowers waiting for the sunshine. Violets just waiting for dew. Bees just waiting for honey And honey, I’m just waiting for you!
Mankind is connected in ways it does not understand - even in dreams.
Like a hidden grieving that rises to grab the heart, his soul was ambushed with old emotions, and his lips began to tremble and he was swept into the current of all that he had lost.
Over time, I guess all your teachers find their way into your music, right?
It’s not contagious, you know. Death is as natural as life. It’s part of the deal we made.
What in life can love not penetrate? Mabel Hubbard, deaf since childhood, gave Alexander Bell a piano as a wedding gift and asked that he play it for her every day, as if his music could pierce her si...
When people don’t believe in something, they’re lost.
This is the disarming power of children: their need makes you forget your own.
No story sits by itself. Our lives connect like threads on a loom, interwoven in ways we never realise.
You marked the minutes, the old man said. But did you use them wisely? To be still? To cherish? To be grateful? To lift and be lifted?
This is how talents weave from generation to generation, how the shadow stretches, and how an artist born nearly a hundred years earlier begins to fill the soul of a child who shares his name.
He ran down the heart of the old midway, where the weight guessers, fortune-tellers, and dancing gypsies had once worked. He lowered his chin and held his arms out like a glider, and every few steps h...
And that's the thing when your parents die, you feel like instead of going into every fight with backup, you are going into every fight alone.
The carnivals gave me my names, Edward. Sometimes I was the Blue Man of the North Pole, or the Blue Man of Algeria, or the Blue Man of New Zealand. I had never been to any of these places, of course,...
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