Rudy Steiner: I miss my dad. I don't even know if he's alive. [Rudy pauses] Rudy Steiner: I'm not ready. I want to grow up before I die. Liesel Meminger: So did my brother. Rudy Steiner: I'm sorry. [he pauses again] Rudy Steiner: I didn't ask for thi...
We never grow closer to God when we just live life. It takes deliberate pursuit and attentiveness.
I write because I hope.I write because I have faith. Hope.Hope alike a fresh flower grows in the sand of my heart . Faith.Faith alike the Sea will be perishing only when Sea disappears .
Mentoring is the cultivation of young adults, the tender caring for and nurturing of them so that they will grow, flourish, and be fruitful.
Put your mouthful of words away and come with me to watch the lilies open in such a field, growing there like yachts, slowly steering their petals without nurses or clocks.
When God opens the windows of heaven for rain to flow, those who will enjoy are those who sow! Don't misuse the blessings of God... Get a seed today to grow!
Guilt doesn't follow the rules of time. Most things fade with time, regret, eyesight, memories. But guilt feeds on time, and as it feeds, it grows, and when it runs out of time, it begins to gnaw on the guilty.
Knowing that this is what it means to live. That this love, this need is what drives us to push and fight and build and grow. That as long as there's hope and love in this world, there will always be the living.
If you do not meet inspiring obstacles and failure, cry; you do not have the great path to explore, grow and mature to be great
The catchers delight in the moment so frozen but soon discover that the nightingale expires, its clear flutelike song diminishes to silence, the trapped moment grows withered and without life.
If you wish to make anything grow, you must understand it, and understand it in a very real sense. 'Green fingers' are a fact, and a mystery only to the unpracticed. But green fingers are the extensions of a verdant heart.
4.07 WALK OF LIFE A candle without fire cannot be burning, Man without a spiritual life cannot be living, Yet sitting quietly and nothing even if doing, Spring will come and grass will be growing. [76] - 4
Our desire to grow, to make a place for ourselves… to know we have counted in the lives of others, is healthy and necessary to our existence…
You have a manure pile of memories. Nothing you can do about that. Now, you can drown in the stink, or turn it into compost and grow a garden.
Did life treat everyone so wantonly, ripping the good things to pieces while letting bad things fester and grow like fungus
Life is more than not dying. Every living creature is born; it grows and dies. The pattern is the same, regardless of the span allotted. You build between the beginning and the end. What you build is yours. Nothing else is.
Evil is also not anything small or close to home, and not the worst; otherwise one could grow accustomed to it.
Maybe a person's world can grow bigger in all the right ways, not too wide that it becomes shallow, just large enough to preserve its depth.
Only the family, society's smallest unit, can change and yet maintain enough continuity to rear children who will not be "strangers in a strange land," who will be rooted firmly enough to grow and adapt.
We spring from one great tree of life; when the root of the tree is watered with love, we all thrive.
When you have got the greatest mountain of hardship that you’ve ever faced to deal with, you also have the greatest opportunity to act on a stronger faith than you’ve ever acted on before.
