• Looking backward should never divert our path to one of hatred and bitterness, for those steps lead nowhere but to destruction. To live in hatred is to miss the point of living.
Looking backward should never divert our path to one of hatred and bitterness, for those steps lead nowhere but to destruction. To live in hatred is to miss the point of living.
The short story, I should point out, is perforce a labor of love in today's literary world; there's precious little economic incentive to write one...
Jesus seemed to believe that the key to generosity wasn’t having more, but being content with what you already have.
Jesus’ idea of blessing is completely contrary to ours. It has nothing to do with what we have, and everything to do with who we are.
I don’t think it makes much difference what we’re recovering from, all suffering eventually points to the need for healing.
You are your own beginning. Every day, every hour, every minute, you start again. There is no point wishing you were someone else, you are who you are—start there.
The whole point of straws, I had thought, was that you did not have to set down the slice of pizza to suck a dose of Coke while reading a paperback.
I thought maybe a day was coming when I'd stop constantly worrying about how to live. Maybe at some point I'd just start living, no questions asked.
So answer me, are you merely a cowardly Moses, pointing the way to the Promised Land but poisoned by doubt and so unable to cross the River Jordan?
If you're my friend I should be able to talk to you but I can't, and if I can't talk to you, well, what is the point of you? Of us?
Because you simply cannot draw these things out forever. At some point, you just pull off the Band-Aid and it hurts, but then it’s over and you’re relieved.
He gets away with it because he's strong.' 'This is the story of mankind.' 'I thought you were going to be a priest at one point.' 'Yes. But then I read the newspaper.
Dear friend, never do you go to war, So neither rush into strong wind nor Entirely put a trust in a distant event. (Two-pointed thorn)
At a certain point talk about 'essence' and 'oneness' and the universal becomes more tautological than inquisitive.
Maybe this is the point: to embrace the core sadness of life without toppling headlong into it, or assuming it will define your days.
My point is that love is the most powerful motivator in the world. It spurs mortals to greatness. Their noblest, bravest acts are done for love.
The virtuous man takes the middle road between the two extremes, making a point of being respectful of his own ideas without changing his personality or style.
It is necessary - and toward this point our development will move, little by little - that nothing alien happen to us, but only what has long been our own.
You can point to the alleged miracles of the Bible, or any other religious text, but they are nothing but old stories fabricated by man and then exaggerated over time.
I look out over my life and see a million question marks with only a few definitive exclamation points. I'm living for the next exclamation.
