The old man asked again. When I’m gone. His eyes blinked from behind his glasses. His neatly trimmed beard was gray, and he stood slightly stooped. Are you dying? I asked. Not yet, he said, grinning....
Sometimes what you miss the most is the way a loved one made you feel about yourself.
Does no good to be angry or carry grudges. He made a fist. It churns you up inside. It does you more harm than the object of your anger.
Youth, like pristine glass, absorbs the prints of its handlers.
You've been waiting here all this time? Eddie whispered.Time, the Captain said, is not what you think. He sat down next to Eddie. Dying? Not the end of everything. We think it is. But what happens on...
You're not getting it, Eddie gently replied. I needed to save you. It let me make up for the life I took. That's how salvation works. The wrongs we do open doors to do right.
You were never alone.
You cannot unplay your notes. Time, like music, is indelible that way.
With endless time, nothing is special. With no loss or sacrifice, we can’t appreciate what we have
Why do you want to die?'I shivered. For a second I couldn't breathe.'You knew...?'She gave a sad smile.'I'm your mother.
When someone is in your heart, they're never truly gone.
When someone is in your heart, they're never truly gone. They can come back to you, even at unlikely times.
When people tell me that I’m good, my response is, ‘I’m trying.’ But there’s some people that know me from back when—anytime I make that trip to New York—and when they hear I’m the pastor of a church,...
When death takes your mother, it steals that word forever.
When I give my time, when I can make someone smile after they were feeling sad, it's as close to healthy as I ever feel.
We’re gonna make up for that. We’re gonna live a long time together.
We move through places every day that would never have been if not for those who came before us. Our workplaces, where we spend so much time--we often think they began with our arrival. That's not tru...
We do not realize the sound the world makes-unless of course, it comes to a stop. Then, when it starts, it sounds like an orchestra.Breaking waves. Whipping wind. Falling rain. Squawking birds. All th...
We could look out our windows and still see your face, still hear your voice on the wind. But where do we look for you now?
We all know how to be a child.