There are two kinds of hope: the kind you couldn't do anything about and the kind you could. And even if the kind you could do something about wasn't what you'd originally wanted, it was still worth d...
Then, he says, as my mind got functioning, everything was just beautiful. There was no right or wrong feeling, no social pressure. I believe that's what heaven's going to be like...p 55
She felt so lovely in his hands. She felt so loved in his eyes.
Love is when you care for somebody, and you be willing to go out of your way and do anything for that person, and to take care of that person, and if they have problems, that you can help them out any...
In the Big Apple, you get people like Beth on every bus, and nobody would say a word. You get races mixing, and it’s no big deal. Old people, young people, everyone keeps their mouth shut. There’s jus...
He could not talk himself out of pain any longer. He had no one to be strong for. So finally, he cried. He cried with deep sobs, head bent to the ground, palms pressed to his eyes. He cried so hard th...
Once a willful child who, like many willful children, felt most secure at home, has grown into an extravagantly social and nonconforming adult, one who creates camaraderie out of bus timetables, refus...
There were two kinds of hope: the kind you couldn’t do anything about and the kind you could. And even if the kind you could do something about wasn’t what you’d originally wanted, it was still worth...
Raising kids isn't carpentry, he said Forget measuring twice and cutting once, You measure over and over everyday