He will one day meet his true love... A fellow traveler on the road... Her eyes will be his ocean... In her ocean he will sail forever....
Fate isn't a straight road," I said, becoming the oracle that earlier in the day I had declined to be for her. "There are forks in it, many different routes to different ends. We have the free will to choose the path.
People will always walk their own road and you cannot drag them onto yours. But, if you happen to wander into the path of a good person, you best take your mask off and shine or I promise, they will just walk on by.
He stared dully at the desolate, cold road and the pale, dead night. Nothing was colder or more dead than his heart. He had loved an angel and now he despised a woman.
We can talk about it, dream about it and dissect the fine print. In the end, only action satisfies our longing.
Adventure, opportunity and reward extend beyond our field of vision, and are made known to us only when we test our wings.
When your safety is in question follow your intuition. It will help you balance along the precipice between vulnerability and adventure.
If you are feeling constrained by a group that you belong to, ask yourself, “How can I participate in this community and still be who I am?
What do you believe about who you are? About your capabilities? When was the last time you trusted yourself enough to test them?
When we establish human connections within the context of shared experience we create community wherever we go.
Sometimes our dreams are affirmed in the most unlikely ways by the most unlikely people. That’s why we need to speak our commitment out loud.
Practice makes comfort. Expand your experiences regularly so every stretch won’t feel like your first.
Take time for yourself. If you feel guilty eating lunch away from your desk or lingering in a bath, let the deprogramming begin.
Much of what we acquire in life isn’t worth dragging to the next leg of our journey. Travel light. You will be better equipped to travel far.
The goal of this book is do for you what Greg did for me: reframe 26.2 miles as accessible and inspire your first marathon journey, one mile at a time.
What would happen if you gave yourself permission to do something you’ve never done before? There’s only one way to find out.
Indulgence comes in all varieties: a mouthful of gourmet chocolate, a hot stone massage, a week in Paris or 20 uninterrupted minutes to get lost in a book.
Each of us knows when it’s time to wake, eat and rest. We don’t need to read a clock for these activities; we need to listen.
The road to Manderley lay ahead. There was no moon. The sky above our heads was inky black. But the sky on the horizon was not dark at all. It was shot with crimson, like a splash of blood. And the ashes blew towards us with the salt wind from the se...
And the dreams so rich in color. How else would death call you? Waking in the cold dawn it all turned to ash instantly. Like certain ancient frescoes entombed for centuries suddenly exposed to the day.
Can you do it? When the time comes? When the time comes there will be no time. Now is the time. Curse God and die. What if it doesn't fire? It has to fire. Could you crush that beloved skull with a rock?
