the only time we waste it the time we spend thinking we are alone.
War could bond men like a magnet, but like a magnet it could repel them, too. The things they saw, the things they did. Sometimes they just wanted to forget.
Sacrifice is a part of life. It's supposed to be. It's not something to regret. It's something to aspire to.
There are no random acts...We are all connected...You can no more separate one life from another than you can separate a breeze from the wind...
Each affects the other, and the other affects the next, and the world is full of stories, but the stories are all one.
There are five people you meet in heaven. Each of us was in your life for a reason. You may not have known the reason at the time, and that is what heaven is for. For understanding your life on earth. This is the greatest gift God can give you: to un...
The bride waits here," she said, running her hands along her hair, taking in her image but seeming to drift away. "This is the moment you think about what you're doing. Who you're choosing. Who you will love. If it's right, Eddie, this can be such a ...
Eddie told her he had made things square and her eyebrows lifted and her lips spread and Eddie felt and old, warm feeling he had missed for years, the simple act of making his wife happy
All weddings... It never changes, when the groom lifts the veil, when the bride accepts the ring, the possibilities you see in their eyes, it's the same around the world. They truly believe their love and their marriage is going to break all records.
You have peace," the old woman said, "when you make it with yourself.
This is the story of a man named Eddie and it starts at the end, with Eddie dying in the sun. It may seem strange to start a story with and ending, but all endings are also beginnings. We just don't know it at the time.
I took my orders, too. But if i couldn't keep you alive, I thought I could at least keep you together. In the middle of a big war, you go looking for a small idea to believe in. When you find one, you hold it the way a soldier holds his crucifix when...
Sometimes when you sacrifice something precious, you're not really losing it. You're just passing it on to someone else.
When you are an outcast, even a tossed stone can be cherished.
No one gets left behind, remember?
