I prefer them broken.''Why is that?' Victor said.Dor looked at the grain of sand in his fingers.'Because I am the sinner who created them.
I give myself a good cry if i need it. A little each morning, a few tears and that's all.
I give myself a good cry if I need it. But then I concentrate on the good things still in my life. I don't allow myself any more self-pity than that. A little each every morning, a few tears, and that...
I believe in being fully present.
I begin to call Morrie Coach, the way I used to address my high school track coach. Morrie likes the nickname. Coach, he says. All right, I’ll be your coach. And you can be my player. You can play all...
I [Music] was born in the open air, in the breaks of waves and the whistling of sandstorms, the hoots of owls and the cackles of tui birds. I travel in echoes. I ride the breeze. I was forged in natur...
How can I be envious of where you are when I've been there myself?
Holding anger is poison
He wrote bite-sized philosophies about living with death's shadow: Accept what you are able to do and what you are not able to do; Accept the past as past, without denying it or discarding it; Learn t...
He was never haunted by Why am I here? He knew why he was here, he said: to give to others, to celebrate God, and to enjoy and honor the world he was put in. His morning prayers began with Thank you,...
He leaned in close. He saw his father's dirty hands. He spoke the last familiar words in a whisper.Its' fixed.
Grace.
Forgive yourself.
Fate succumbs many a species: one alone jeopardises itself. —W. H. AUDEN,
Fate succumbs many a species: one alone jeopardises itself.
Faith, it is said, is better than belief, because belief is when someone else does the thinking.
Everyone knows they’re going to die, he said again, but nobody believes it. If we did, we would do things differently. So we kid ourselves about death, I said. Yes. But there’s a better approach. To k...
Everyone knows they’re going to die, he said again, but nobody believes it. If we did, we would do things differently.
Do you understand? Why we're here? This is not your heaven. It's mine.
Do not cry for losing blood. Not for something you love.