But today is not yesterday, and the Reb could do nothing but listen to the worst imaginable words—We couldn’t save her—told to him by a doctor he had never met before that night. How could this happen...
But the Reb, I’d learned, was like a tough old tree; he bent with the storms but he would not snap.
But life is not a board game, and losing a loved one is never really starting over. More like continuing without.
But just because you have silenced a memory does not mean you are free of it.
But hurting ourselves to inflict pain on others is just another cry to be loved.
But daughters have their own lives. You can’t smother them. She’ll get married. Have children.
But a clock ticks for all of us, silently, somewhere.
Being unheard is the ground floor of giving up.
Before you measure the years, you measure the days.
Before he can devote himself to God or a woman, a boy will devote himself to his father, even foolishly, even beyond explanation.
Because when the world quiets to the sound of your own breathing, we all want the same things: comfort, love, and a peaceful heart.
Because one thing God gave us- and I'm afraid it's at times a little too much- is freewill. Freedom to choose. I believe he gave us everything needed to build a beautiful world, if we choose wisely.
Because if you've found meaning in your life, you don't want to go back. You want to go forward.
As you grow, you learn more. If you stayed at twenty-two, you’d always be as ignorant as you were at twenty-two. Aging is not just decay, you know. It’s growth. It’s more than the negative that you’re...
As long as we can love eachother, and remember the feeling of love we had, we can die without ever really going away. All the love you created is still here. All the memories are still there. You live...
As children grow, they gravitate to their fates.
And, as is usually the fate with bands, most of them will break up—through distance, differences, divorce, or death.
And while she didn't know it then, she was learning another truth about love: it comes when it comes. Simple as that.
And when gods touched something, the normal became the supernatural, the simple became the wondrous.
And then he understands. 'He sleeps in a storm.'My friends, if we tend to the things that are important in life, if we are right with those we love and behave in line with our faith, our lives will no...