Never will i bring someone down. If i'm sad or mad its my own fault. I'll lock my self away and deal with it. That's how i mend. its healthy
Whether it's mending a failing company, fighting corruption, tackling disease, or rebuilding a marriage, the hardest problems defy just-add-water remedies. Indeed, slapping on a Band-Aid when surgery is needed usually just makes things worse.
If a person finds the negative people in his network, then he needs to mind or mend his own nature than others for his basic grounding decides only the level of acidic or toxic surrounding.
I've just taught thousands of people over the radio in the USA how to mend broken watches and broken house appliances. I am a catalyst or trigger to access these powers.
Mas depois que Serra e Mendes se falaram na véspera, apesar de sete dos dez ministros já ter votado contra a exigência, Gilmar pediu “vista dos autos”, paralisando a análise do caso.
You came into my life when I was alone, with not another person to call my own. You mended the broken shreds of my heart.
Death and his scythe do not come. No sweeping black capes or ethereal escapes. There’s no pearly gate, no prisms of colors as his soul slips away. The stillness is cold steel. The silence is empty with no memory to mend it.
The poor things keep calling in those – those pumbles, I think they're called – you know, the ones who mend pipes and things – " "Plumbers?" " – exactly, yes, but of course they're flummoxed.
I know for an absolute honest-to-goodness fact that life can kick you to pieces, break you into a thousand little shards, and that you can get up again and mend yourself. I promise.
How do you go on, when in your heart you begin to understand... there is no going back? There are some things that time cannot mend. Some hurts that go too deep.
The shape of your dreams will not hold if you believe that disbelief is the mending glue. You will only turn back to see the pieces of your dreams if you have the impossibility mindset.
I think this is what we all want to hear: that we are not alone in hitting the bottom, and that it is possible to come out of that place courageous, beautiful, and strong.
I believe in beauty. I believe in goodness. I believe in the power of turning: the other cheek, time, curve of the earth.
Love has no demand of us but to keep practicing, to do the next hard thing. Love says, Come dear. Take the next step.
The road to the heart is not a long, linear path, but this turning. There is no race or competition, just me and God going deeper, carving a canyon to the soul.
Every day is a new beginning, the building of a habit. Every action is a step in some direction. There is no pause in living.
I think this is the essence of life: to be willing circle back, to fall in deeper, to relearn what I thought I already knew.
Only one in a thousand sits down in the midst of it all and says—I will watch my Father mend this. God must not be treated as a hospital for our broken “toys,” but as our Father.
It is only with true love and compassion that we can begin to mend what is broken in the world. It is these two blessed things that can begin to heal all broken hearts.
One scoop of ice cream can go a long way. Not to mending friendships, but it can get up to 40 yards in the air if you lob it just right.
He was free-free to choose to swing from a tree for the afternoon rather than mend fences or train horses. He was free to live.
