The sky is blue today, Max, and there is a big long cloud, and it's stretched out, like a rope. At the end of it, the sun is like a yellow hole. . .
He switched off the light, came back and sat in the chair. In the darkness, Liesel kept her eyes open. She was watching the words.
A person can put up any kind of protective wall, but love and truth always find a way around it.
A simple truth delivered in kindness may be the impetus that ignites a passionate fire in another’s soul and goes on to become the source of motivation for positive change.
A halo surrounded the grim reaper nun, Sister Maria. (By the way-I like this human idea of the grim reaper. I like the scythe. It amuses me.)
A small but noteworthy note. I've seen so many young men over the years who think they're running at other young men. They are not. They are running at me.
Papa was a man with silver eyes, not dead ones. Papa was an accordion! But his bellows were all empty. Nothing went in and nothing came out.
For two days I went about my business. I travelled the globe as always, handing souls to the conveyor belt of eternity.
It was a year for the ages, like 79, like 1346, to name just a few. Forget the scythe, Goddamn it, I needed a broom or a mop. And I needed a vacation.
Could she smell my breath? Could she hear my cursed circular heart beat revolving like the crime it is in my deathly chest?
I guess humans like to watch a little destruction. Sand castles, houses of cards, that's where they begin. Their great skills is their capacity to escalate.
We are not perfect. We are here to learn. Earth is one big classroom and God is our heavenly guidance counselor and teacher.
I can't make sense out of that girl," he said to the bard, "Can you?" "Never mind," Fflewddur said, "We aren't really expected to.
My feelings for Raphael are mine, and mine alone. I loved him, and that is all anyone needs to know. The rest is no business of any man's.
We are ever brutal to those who love and serve us in silence, but the time may come when, for our cruelty, we shall be deserted by these best friends of ours.
..As always, she was carrying the washing. Rudy was carrying two buckets of cold water, or as he put it, two buckets of future ice.
It amazes me what humans can do, even when streams are flowing down their faces and they stagger on, coughing and searching, and finding.
Often I wish this would all be over, Liesel, but then somehow you do something like walk down the basement steps with a snowman in your hands.
Somewhere, far down, there was an itch in his heart, but he made it a point not to scratch it. He was afraid of what might come leaking out.
When someone wants to give you a “piece of their mind,” ask them to give you “peace from their heart” instead.
Love and truth are intimately connected. You cannot have pure love without pure truth and you cannot have pure truth without pure love.
