Those who are wounded wound others. Moses was wounded profoundly when he lost his birth family, his heritage, and his history. In the years to come, he would come to know Jehovah-rophe, the Healer of life’s sicknesses and sorrows. Exodus 15: 26b sa...
When I was a boy, that was all I wanted—to grow a pair of wings and get up into the sky. I had a basement full of failed wing projects. Boards and capes and motors, even a pile of found feathers I once tried to glue together with a bottle of Elmer�...
When you really have something to offer to the world, then you can become truly humble. A tree when it has no fruit to offer, remains erect. But when the tree is laden with fruit, it bends down. If you are all pride and ego, then nobody will be able ...
You don't need a time machine to live in the moment.
And it was suddenly very simple: There was no choice.
It is the death of hope that comes as the greatest relief
Happiness has to do with reason, and only reason earns it.
Science fiction is not prescriptive; it is descriptive.
Although the big word on the left is 'compassion,' the big agenda on the left is dependency.
I'm always very excited by something that's a curveball or from left field.
After our loved one dies: we cry, not because they left; but because they left us.
A designer knows he has achieved perfection not when there is nothing left to add, but when there is nothing left to take away.
I was never a left-winger, actually. I was a pretend left-winger because it was more interesting than being a right-winger.
I used to have six left feet. Now I only have one and a half left feet.
Tank: Door on your left. [Neo goes right] Tank: Your other left.
You know, a left-winger, the barrier to success if you're on the left in commercial radio is a mile and a half higher than it is if you're on the right.
A free bird leaps on the back of the wind and floats downstream till the current ends and dips his wing in the orange suns rays and dares to claim the sky. But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage can seldom see through his bars of rage his wings ...
The flounder does not return to the place he left when disturbed.
He who shares the meat is always left with the bone.
He who leaves his people will be left by God.
Afflictions are but the shadow of His wings.
