No matter what happened yesterday it is insignificant when compared to what lies within the core of your being today.
I have no idea what's awaiting me, or what will happen when this all ends. For the moment I know this: there are sick people and they need curing.
I fantasized how no matter what happened, no one could ever come between us, call it wishful thinking, I called it a fact.
I wanted to play with death, like a child with a new toy, I wanted to push all the buttons and see what would happen.
Curiosity is the hair of our habit tending to stand on end. It rarely happens that our attention is not stained in greater or lesser degree by this animal element.
People don't believe in gods because they can't wrap their minds around the idea of someone allowing all the terrible things in the world to happen.
Living means taking chances. Risks. Playing safe all the time is being dead inside, even if you happen to still be breathing.
The happiest, healthiest, and longest lasting relationships happen when each partner is secure and whole within themselves.
I daresay something will happen, between now and ’91, to make your fortunes look up.
Instead of writing backwards over what had happened, giving structure and meaning to his story, he wrote forwards, slipping into troubling futures.
'So what happens next?' 'Everybody dies, and the people who don't get married.' 'Like any other story, then.'
The event happened on my birthday. I don’t remember the date, I only know it was my birthday because there was no cake or presents.
Ten years have gone by since the ten year anniversary, and I still remember it like it happened a decade ago.
I looked at the faces around me, wondering what was going to happen to me ... wondering when I would see Father again. "I will help you.
I always fantasized about having a girl stand on my bar like in that movie Coyote Ugly, but I never thought it would happen.
...and we'll see what happens when we say Yes while this rigor mortis world screams No.
These eggs are broken. Cracked." "Yes, ma'am. That happens sometimes." "Does it?" "Yes, it's the unfortunate part of being an egg.
Press button woman was there for him For whatever he was wanting. No demand was too big Press button woman knew her gig.
So, the world happens twice-- once what we see it as; second it legends itself deep, the way it is.
I always wondered what it must be like to lose a twin—if somehow Mary felt it like it was happening to her. If she felt physical pain.
I still can't believe it . . . him comin' here everyday, nobody realizin'. Still, that's life: lotta stuff happens under the waterline.
