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I hate to be like everyone else, but I'm rooting for San Antonio because I like teams that were built the old-fashioned way.
What is it?” “A prayer.” “For a child?” She nodded. “For me?” Another nod. “On a tree?” “Trees spend all day looking up at God.
It was sad, the imbalance of it all. Why do kids assume so much from one parent and hold the other to a lower, looser standard?
Your voice will come. We all go through the same thing. You cannot talk when you first arrive." He smiled. "It helps you listen.
There's a story behind everything..but behind all your stories is always your mother's story..because hers is where yours begins.
Anyone who tries to write a memoir needs to keep in mind that what's interesting to you isn't necessarily interesting to a reader.
I don't know about Heaven or Hell, but I do know that we are visited all the time by the spirits of those who affected us in life.
Because when the world quiets to the sound of your own breathing, we all want the same things: comfort, love, and a peaceful heart.
Taffy. He thinks about taffy. He thinks it would take his teeth out now, but he would eat it anyhow, if it meant eating it with her.
The most important elements of faith [are] believing in something bigger than yourself, taking care of those less fortunate than you.
No story sits by itself, Sometimes stories meet at corners and sometimes they cover one another completely, like stones beneath a river.
We do not realize the sound the world makes -- unless, of course, it comes to a stop. Then, when it starts, it sounds like an orchestra.
"You marked the minutes," the old man said. "But did you use them wisely? To be still? To cherish? To be grateful? To lift and be lifted?"
Death doesn't just take someone, it misses someone else, and in the small distance between being taken and being missed, lives are changed.
There is nothing more fun than hanging around with friends and banging on instruments. Anyone who has ever done it knows that this is true.
I was a workaholic. I never stopped. I lived in fifth gear. I bought cars. I invested in stocks. I made more money than I had ever imagined.
There is a time for hello and a time for good-bye. It's why the act of burying thing seems natural, but the act of digging them up does not.
The backside of a mountain is a fight against human nature. You have to care as much about yourself on the way down as you did on the way up.
I often find that I rock back and forth with a beat in my head constantly. If i stop rocking, it usually means I've hit a snag in my writing.
For years I wrote in my basement. More recently I graduated to one floor above, an office with all my books and music and - ta da! - a window.
There are no random acts...We are all connected...You can no more separate one life from another than you can separate a breeze from the wind.
Take one story, viewed from two different angles. It is the same day, the same moment, but one angle ends happily... and the other ends badly.
Have you ever really had a teacher? One who saw you as a raw but precious thing, a jewel that, with wisdom, could be polished to a proud shine?
A memoir should have some uplifting quality, inspiring or illuminating, and that's what separates a life story that can influence other people.
when your time came, it came, and that was that. You might say something smart on your way out, but you might just as easily say something stupid.
Now you know how badly someone wanted you, Charley. Children forget that sometimes. They think of themselves as a burden instead of a wish granted.
I don't use any fance quill pens or pads, because I can't read my own handwriting. I just use whatever computer is laying around, and start writing.
He cried that night for all that he had lost, but he would say it taught him a valuable lesson: that holding on to things "will only break your heart.
Are you seeing anyone romantically?" he inquired. "No, I'm not," she replied. "Good. Please keep it that way. Because I intend to ask you to marry me.
I thought about the days i had handed over to a bottle..the nights i can't remember..the mornings i slept thru..all the time spent running from myself.
You have to find what’s good and true and beautiful in your life as it is now. Looking back makes you competitive. And, age is not a competitive issue.
This is the greatest gift God can give you: to understand what happened in your life. To have it explained. It is the peace you have been searching for.
There was always a quest for more minutes, more hours, faster progress to accomplish more in each day. The simple joy of living between summers was gone.
We all lose somebody we care about and want to find some comforting way of dealing with it, something that will give us a little closure, a little peace.
My father moved through theys of we, singing each new leaf out of each tree, (and every child was sure that spring danced when she heard my father sing).
Detachment doesn’t mean you don’t let the experience penetrate you. On the contrary, you let it penetrate you fully. That’s how you are able to leave it.
If you really could fit God in a file, you wouldn't need to believe in God, you know, you'd just go get the file like a box of corn flakes off the shelf.
In heaven, there is no judgment, but rather an opportunity to examine our lives-who we touched, the choices we made, and the consequences of those choices.
War could bond men like a magnet, but like a magnet it could repel them, too. The things they saw, the things they did. Sometimes they just wanted to forget.
Have you found someone to share your heart with? Are you giving to your community? Are you at peace with yourself? Are you trying to be as human as you can be?
To know you're going to die, and to be prepared for it at any time. That's better. That way you can actually be more involved in your life while you're living.
If you hold back on the emotions--if you don't allow yourself to go all the way through them--you can never get to being detached, you're too busy being afraid.
Much of what we called "depression" was really dissatisfaction, a result of setting a bar impossibly high or expecting treasures we weren't willing to work for.
Love- the infatuation kind- 'he's so handsome, she's so beautiful'- that can shrivel. As soon as something goes wrong, that kind of love can fly out the window.
Didn't people call New Year's the loneliest night on the calender? She took comfort in knowing somewhere on the planet, someone might be as miserable as she was.
You have to start over. That's what they say. But life is not a board game, and losing a loved one is never really "starting over." More like "continuing without.
And if you don´t commit? I asked. Your choice. But you miss what´s on the other side. What´s on the other side? "Ah" he smiled. "A happiness you cannot find alone
We need to forgive ourselves. For all the things we didn't do. All the things we should have done. You can't get stuck on the regrets of what should have happened.
Kids chase the love that eludes them, and for me, that was my father's love. He kept it tucked away, like papers in a briefcase. And I kept trying to get in there.
We are too involved in materialistic things, and they don't satisfy us. The loving relationships we have, the universe around us, we take these things for granted.