Stories continue in all directions to include even the retelling of the stories themselves, as legend is informed by interpretation, and interpretation is informed by time.
Terriers are problem solvers. They’ll do what you tell them, but only if it happens to be in line with what they wanted to do anyway.
Oh, my faith has flagged at times. It’s easy to fall back into the same routines and paint over the sublime with coat after coat of indifference... I promise you something: when you have touched the face of God, you can never unlearn what you have learned. You can never unsee what you have seen.
My intent, here, is to tell our story in a dramatically truthful way. While the facts may be less than accurate, please understand that the emotion is true. The intent is true. And, dramatically speaking, intention is everything.
You know,” he said, “at some point you’re going to realize that being a smart-ass isn’t as much about being smart as it is about being an ass.” “That’s good,” I said. “Did you read that in a fortune cookie?
Sometimes things change, and we have to change, too.
We are all connected – I believed it then and believe it still now – at least in an energetic sense. And who’s to say this energy is not real? We can’t see gravity, either, yet we don’t deny it. We can’t see magnetism, yet we don’t question its forcefulness. So, why, then, when people – spiritual people – talk about a force of substance that binds us all, that unites us all – when these people talk about souls – why do we dismiss them as charlatans?
With a book – presuming it’s a good book – you can depend upon an outcome that adheres to the necessities of drama.
You know, he said, at some point you’re going to realize that being a smart-ass isn’t about being smart as it is about being an ass.
Your car goes where your eyes go. Simply another way of saying that you make your own destiny.
Try to imprint what I know on my soul, a thing that has no surface, no sides, no pages, no form of any kind.
What can I do but force myself to remember? Try to imprint what I know on my soul, a thing that has no surface, no sides, no pages, no form of any kind. Carry it so deeply in the pockets of my existence that when I open my eyes and look down at my new hands with their thumbs that are able to close tightly around their fingers, I will already know. I will already see.
Hands are the windows to a man’s soul.
Intention is everything.
So how does a person believe?” I asked. “By seeing the beauty in everything. By seeing the potential in every moment. God created all things, Trevor. God loves all things. When you love all things as well, you will find your happiness.
More wine helps; it takes the edge off the despair.
You know what your potential was when you were young: you could have done anything! But instead of doing anything, you did nothing.
A winner, a champion, will accept his fate. He will continue with his wheels in the dirt. He will do his best to maintain his line and gradually get himself back on the track when it is safe to do so. Yes, he loses a few places in the race. Yes, he is at a disadvantage. But he is still racing. He is still alive. The.
But trust me when I tell you that the zebra is real. Somewhere, the zebra is dancing.
I marveled at them both; how difficult it must be to be a person. To constantly subvert your desires. To worry about doing the right thing, rather than doing what is most expedient.