Who makes things up? Who tells the real story? We all turn our lives into stories. It is a defining characteristic of our species. We retell our experiences. We quickly learn what parts are interesting to our listeners and what parts lag, and we shap...
Our are speculations are not the measure of our God.
Some infinities are bigger than others
You die in the middle of your life.
Some infinities are bigger than other infinities.
This is it. I can't even not smoke anymore
What a slut time is. She screws everybody...
Funerals, I had decided, are for the living.
Apparently, the world is not a wish-granting factory.
O mundo não é uma fábrica de conceder desejos.
The eyes of others my our prisons; their thoughts our cages.
Our lives are living testimonies.
Our environment, the world in which we live and work, is a mirror of our attitudes and expectations.
Youth, what man's age is like to be, doth show; We may our ends by our beginnings know.
The world isn't scandalized by our freedom but by our fakeness.
we attract what is happening in our lives
Heaven is under our feet as well as over our heads.
Our purpose is often found in our pain.
Unhappiness is best defined as the difference between our talents and our expectations.
Each of our acts makes a statement as to our purpose.
We are more tied to our faults than to our virtues.
