So, have we solved the secret of happiness?I believe so, he saidAre you going to tell me?Yes.Ready?Ready.Be satisfied.That's it?Be greatful.That's it?For what you have.For the love you receive.And for...
She had been so consumed with escaping her own misery, she hadn't considered the misery she might inflict.
Secrets. We think by keeping them, we're controlling things, but all the while, they're controlling us.
PerdonareForgive Yourself)
People say they find love, as if it were an object hidden by a rock. But love takes many forms, and it is never the same for any man and woman.
People say they find love, as if it were an object hidden by a rock. But love takes many forms, and it is never the same for any man and woman. What people find then is a love. And Eddie found a cert...
People say they find love, as if it were an object hidden by a rock. But love takes many forms and it is never the same for any man and woman. What people find then is a CERTAIN love.
Par katru dzīvi ir divi stāsti: tas, ko tu izdzīvo, un tas, ko stāsta citi.
Once, lovers on faraway shoressat by candlelight and dipped ink toparchment, writing words that couldnot be erased.They took an evening to composetheir thoughts, maybe the next evening aswell. When th...
Now that child reminds me of something our sages taught. When a baby comes into the world, it's hands are clenched, right? Like this?He made a fist.Why? Because a baby, not knowing any better, wants t...
My father moved through theys of we,singing each new leaf out of each tree,(and every child was sure that springdanced when she heard my father sing)...
Morrie might have died without ever seeing me again. I had no good excuse for this, except the one that everyone these days seems to have. I had become too wrapped up in the siren song of my own life....
Monsieur Django, I presume? Duke Ellington said, offering his hand. Monsieur
Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it.
Love each other or perish, Morrie said. It's good, no? And it's so true. Without love, we are birds with broken wings
It’s amazing how folks can’t see you, ’cause they want to keep you in that past.
It was so important to me, I thought it should be important to him. I thought that was love.
It was a cutthroat business, dog eat dog, the strong preying on the weak. In the lifestyle I was in, people were killed. It happened every day.
It might seem strange to start a story with an ending. But all endings are also beginnings. We just don’t know it at the time.
Intenta imaginar cómo sería la vida si no contásemos el tiempo.Lo más probable es que no puedas. Sabes en qué mes, año y día de la semana te encuentras. En la pared, o en el salpicadero de tu coche, h...