Without language, one cannot talk to people and understand them; one cannot share their hopes and aspirations, grasp their history, appreciate their poetry, or savor their songs.
Flesh is willing, but the Soul requires Sisyphean patience for its song, Time, Hippocrates remarked, is short and Art is long.
In the end you should always do the right thing even if it's hard.
I mean, if the relationship can't survive the long term, why on earth would it be worth my time and energy for the short term?
And I'd be willing to bet that you were great at it, if only because you have to love something before you can hate it.
I love you too, Will Blakelee," she whispered, leaning in to kiss him again.
Sometimes you have to be apart from people you love, but that doesn't make you love them any less. Sometimes you love them more.
Our lives were just beginning, our favorite moment was right now, our favorite songs were unwritten.
A child said What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands; How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is any more than he.
I hear and behold God in every object, yet understand God not in the least, Nor do I understand who there can be more wonderful than myself.
Maybe he was old-fashioned, but to him a couple meant a strong bond, with positive and negative charges constantly arcing between them.
Dickens must have first heard his famous The law is an ass quote from a woman. And she was damned right, for all the good it did her.
It's a bad word, 'belong.' Especially when you put it with somebody you love ... You can't own a human being.
In the Land of Memory the time is always . In the Kingdom of Ago, the clocks tick... but their hands never move. There is an Unfound Door (O lost) and memory is the key which opens it.
He said he preferred to feel the earth sing through his feet, and that shoes stopped you from hearing the song of the earth.
There are humans, and there are ghosts. Vampires are just in a different state of transition. Not part of the human world and not part of the spirit world. We are just caught somewhere in between life and the real death.
Our story has been told, our song has been sung. You're a road I’ve already traveled, and from it, I have moved on. "Already Traveled
Watch a movie that makes you laugh or listen to a song that makes you cry. Embrace your emotions and be proud of what you feel.
The head has no answers, and the heart has no questions, Jack would say." Quoting his teacher and good friend Jack Kakakaway
Did we not look out together upon the dark waters of the lake And behold there the constellations Of both hemispheres at once? -Love Songs of the Cinnamon Wastes
People who care nothing for their country's stories and songs,' he said, 'are like people without a past- without a memory- they are half people
