After all these months, lying there, unable to move a leg or a foot – how could he find perfection in such an average day?Then I realized that was the whole point.
A wind blew, and the sand around his drawing scattered. He wrapped his fingers inside his wife's, and Father Time rekindled a connection he had only ever had with her. He surrendered to that sensation...
But hurting ourselves to inflict pain to others is just another cry to be loved.
Lost love is still love. It takes a different form, that's all. You can't see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor. But when those senses weaken anothe...
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We get so many lives between birth and death. A life to be a child. A life to come of age. A life to wander, to settle, to fall in love, to parent, to test our promise, to realize our mortality—and, i...
That holding on to things will only break your heart. So he avoided attachments,
That each affects the other and tho other affects the next, and the world is full of stories, but the stories are all one.
Some things you endure for a reason
Proving heaven is always and forever around us, and no soul remembered is ever really gone.
No religion was superior because they all brought people closer to God;
But if aging were so valuable, why do people always say, Oh, if I were young again. You never hear people say, I wish I were sixty-five.He smiled. You know what that reflects? Unsatisfied lives. Unful...
You see this face, these wrinkles? I earned every one of them
You had many more years, he said.I didn’t want them.But they wanted you. Time is not something you give back. The very next moment may be an answer toyour prayer. To deny that is to deny the most impo...
You don't miss things. You miss people.
You count the hours you could have spent with your mother, it's a lifetime in itself.
With his power over time, For could have taken anything he desired from this new world. But a man who can take anything will find most things unsatisfying. And a man without memories is just a shell.
With each new carving, he spoke out loud. He was doing what man does when left with nothing. He was telling himself his own life story.
When you're rotten about yourself, you become rotten to everyone else, even thoseyou love.
When you're an outcast, even a tossed stone can be cherished.