Those who argue with each other on the highway will often make up in the lane.
If you wake up in the morning and feel no pain it is to be feared that you died in the night.
If you go to bed hungry, you'll wake up without having slept.
He who really wants to die will not complain if he is buried standing up.
Wang Lung sat smoking, thinking of the silver as it had lain upon the table. It had come out of the earth, this silver, out of the earth that he ploughed and turned and spent himself upon. He took his life from the earth; drop by drop by his sweat he...
If I love you, I will carry for you all your pain, I will assume for you all your debts (in every definition of the word), I will protect you from your own insecurity, I will protect upon you all sorts of good qualities that you have never actually c...
John Milton: Let me give you a little inside information about God. God likes to watch. He's a prankster. Think about it. He gives man instincts. He gives you this extraordinary gift, and then what does He do, I swear for His own amusement, his own p...
I'm not a joke guy; I'm not a stand-up comic.
Stand-up is what I am; stand-up is what made me.
Wrestling was like stand-up comedy for me.
This was how it was with travel: one city gives you gifts, another robs you. One gives you the heart’s affections, the other destroys your soul. Cities and countries are as alive, as feeling, as fickle and uncertain as people. Their degrees of love...
This was how it was with travel: one city gives you gifts, another robs you. One gives you the heart’s affections, the other destroys your soul. Cities and countries are as alive and feeling, as fickle and uncertain as people. Their degrees of love...
Ramon Ramon is a riot. Totally paranoid, gangsta detective. Been reading it with my girlfriend on study breaks and it always gives us a good laugh. Not usually into fiction, but i've been giving this a shot as recommended. With all the heaviness this...
Worry is a weighty monster with poisoned tentacles. It clutches at us, grabs at our minds, steals our breath, our will. It lurks. It pounces. It colors how we perceive the world.
The Gospel isn’t a life management program. It shouldn’t merely be the crutch we fall on when life gets ugly. It should be the legs we walk on, the air we breathe.
Jesus wastes none of our stories, even our tales of woe. He transforms them into epic adventures where we dare to face our past for the sake of our present.
Real life is physical. Give me books instead. Give me the invisibility of the contents of books, the thoughts, the ideas, the images. Let me become part of a book. . . . an intertextual being: a book cyborg, or, considering that books aren't cybernet...
we can learn a lot from a tree; she gives so much without expecting anything in return. oxygen, shade, fruit, resources. she is proud of her roots and tough to tear down. try to be more like a tree. give without expectations, be proud, be strong.
LIFE and YOU : What YOU exactly want from LIFE, it'll never give. LIFE gives for sure, but in pieces. It’s YOU who have to assemble, all that LIFE ponders, according to your needs. It’s YOU who have to realise how you can get what YOU exactly wan...
Others can’t give you inner-peace. Your children, spouse, priest or friends can’t give it to you. You have to create it yourself.
Nobody the dead man & Nobody the living Nobody is giving in & Nobody is giving Nobody hears me but just Nobody cares Nobody fears me but Nobody just stares Nobody belongs to me & Nobody remains No Nobody knows nothing All that remains are remains
