I am in love with Hope.
I am Music. And I am here for the soul of Frankie Presto. Not all of it. Just the rather large part he took from me when he came into this world. However well used, I am a loan, not a possession. You...
How useful it would be to put a daily limit on self-pity. Just a few tearful minutes, then
How useful it would be to put a daily limit on self-pity. Just a few tearful minutes, then on with the day.
How nice would that be today if when a job was lost, a Man of God sat at the dinner table and encouraged you?
Holding on to things will only break your heart.
Holding on things will only break your heart
Holding anger is poison
Holding anger is a poison.
Holding anger is a poison. It eats you from the inside. We think that hating is a weapon that attacks the person who harmed us. But hatred is a curved blade. And the harm we do, we do to ourselves. Fo...
Holding anger is a poison. It eats you from inside.
His plans never worked out. In time,he found himself graying and wearing looser pants and in a state of weary acceptance, that this was who he was and who he would always be, a man with sand in his sh...
His father, who for years had refused to speak to Eddie, now lacked the strength to even try. He watched his son with heavy-lidded eyes. Eddie, after struggling to find even one sentence to say, did t...
His body had been weakened, the ocen had left him vulnerable, pneumonia took ahold of him, and in time, he died.'Because of Mickey?' Eddie said.Because of loyalty,' she said.People don't die because o...
Her divorced friends had made a pact not to leave each other alone on nights when loneliness had extra strength.
He was switching between classical riffs and the jazz tune, Body and Soul.
He thought about his son’s stone flying across the yard, the youthful idea that you could toss away the future ifyou didn’t like it—and he realized, suddenly, what he needed to do.
He never spoke of that night again, not to your mother, not to anyone else. He was ashamed for her, for Mickey, for himself. In the hospital, he stopped speaking altogether. Silence was his escape, bu...
He listened as if you were the person in the world.
He did not know that the child who had asked for yesterday was now seeking to own tomorrow.