Because if I fell any deeper for the way his eyes crinkled with his smile or his habit of tapping on his nose to emphasize a point, my ship would be sunk.
When you can flatten entire cities at a whim, a tendency towards quiet reflection and seeing-things-from-the-other-fellow's-point- of-view is seldom necessary.
I have found my way, step by step, proceeding from touch points that have emerged, some through conscious choice and some through dream state discovery.
The starting point to freedom is to begin questioning the cultural narrative you have been sold.
You are the culmination of all that ever was. You are the highest point of the vast pyramid of history and of your own life.
As soon as a friendship passed a certain point - some obscure and secret boundary - a woman quite automatically became overwhelmed by a raging compulsion to complicate things.
Every second, another streak of silver glows: parentheses, exclamation points, commas--a whole grammar made of light, for words to hard to speak.
• Looking backward should never divert our path to one of hatred and bitterness, for those steps lead nowhere but to destruction. To live in hatred is to miss the point of living.
Looking backward should never divert our path to one of hatred and bitterness, for those steps lead nowhere but to destruction. To live in hatred is to miss the point of living.
The short story, I should point out, is perforce a labor of love in today's literary world; there's precious little economic incentive to write one...
Jesus seemed to believe that the key to generosity wasn’t having more, but being content with what you already have.
Jesus’ idea of blessing is completely contrary to ours. It has nothing to do with what we have, and everything to do with who we are.
I don’t think it makes much difference what we’re recovering from, all suffering eventually points to the need for healing.
You are your own beginning. Every day, every hour, every minute, you start again. There is no point wishing you were someone else, you are who you are—start there.
The whole point of straws, I had thought, was that you did not have to set down the slice of pizza to suck a dose of Coke while reading a paperback.
I thought maybe a day was coming when I'd stop constantly worrying about how to live. Maybe at some point I'd just start living, no questions asked.
So answer me, are you merely a cowardly Moses, pointing the way to the Promised Land but poisoned by doubt and so unable to cross the River Jordan?
If you're my friend I should be able to talk to you but I can't, and if I can't talk to you, well, what is the point of you? Of us?
Because you simply cannot draw these things out forever. At some point, you just pull off the Band-Aid and it hurts, but then it’s over and you’re relieved.
He gets away with it because he's strong.' 'This is the story of mankind.' 'I thought you were going to be a priest at one point.' 'Yes. But then I read the newspaper.
Dear friend, never do you go to war, So neither rush into strong wind nor Entirely put a trust in a distant event. (Two-pointed thorn)
