Do you guys ever think about how Hitler has affected the whole world? That just one man did all this? I mean, what if he had been a good man, instead?
Books don’t take time away from us,” she said. “They give it back. In this age of abstraction, of multitasking, of speed for speed’s sake, they reintroduce us to the elegance – and the relief! – of real, tick-tock time.
I don’t think you’ve even begun to realize all there is for you to love. And I know you better than anyone, and here’s what I know about you: You have so much love to give! But I feel like you’re all the time digging in the tomato bin, saying ‘Where are the apples?
Don’t let your habits become handcuffs.
Nothing tastes as good as being thin feels.
There is incredible value in being of service to others. I think if many of the people in therapy offices were dragged out to put their finger in a dike, take up their place in a working line, they would be relieved of terrible burdens.
I will come back as a little breeze. You will feel me on your face, and you will know that I am still listening. So you can still talk to me.
The truth is, aging can be your realest opportunity to decide how best to live – and the best incentive for getting you to do just that.
You feel the call. That’s the important thing. Now answer it as fully as you can. Take the risk to let all that is in you, out. Escape into the open.
Now, on this road trip, my mind seemed to uncrinkle, to breathe, to present to itself a cure for a disease it had not, until now, known it had.
The seasons tell us, everything in organic life tells us, that there is no holding on; still, we try to do just that. Sometimes, though, we learn the kind of wisdom that celebrates the open hand.
I cried until my eyes swelled shut, and then I slept, a black, dreamless sleep from which I awoke amazingly refreshed, at least until I remembered.
People say you should give until it hurts. I say you should give until it stops hurting. Know what I mean?
There is incredible value in being of service to others.
Sometimes serendipity is just intention unmasked.
I hoped we never had to realize all the opportunities we missed in this life.
It feels like some part of me that was curled down and waiting in the dark has risen, and now stands stretching and strong in the sunshine. I knew it.
I felt myself trapped in line for a ride I was not nearly ready for, looking back but moving forward in the only direction I could go.
I turn off the radio, listen to the quiet. Which has its own, rich sound. Which I knew, but had forgotten. And it is good to remember.
There are some things you never say good-bye to.