I do believe in the power of prayer. I do. And I believe in the power of human kindness.
It’s the season. We share what we’ve got.
There is no boundary between heaven and earth unless we believe in one.
You humans always try to make things too simple, except when you’re trying to make things too complicated. You can never just be with what is.
You ask me to forgive you? I’m thanking you. You finally loved me in that moment, and that love set me free, released me from my sworn duty.
The needs are too great, and there are too few of us. We have a duty, a responsibility to help others. It’s not all about fun. It’s not always easy.
Duty is doing the right thing, at the right time, for the right reasons, without regard to the cost to one’s self.
Friendship love. This is a very special thing. It’s the sort of love where you know another being’s strengths and weaknesses, perfections and imperfections, and you love the whole package.
Hero love?” I was puzzled. “You know. The kind of love you have for someone you want to be like: Marines, astronauts, cowboys, teachers, big brothers, that sort of thing. You love them because they represent the you that you want to be.
You can’t really, truly love a thing. Love is only possible between beings or groups of beings. Love of a thing doesn’t work because it can’t love back.
When imagination changes from hoping to knowing, it makes things real.
Her laughter changed her voice from wind chimes to the jingling of sleigh bells.
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