With the chance to do what none in life ever get to do, he did not waver. He changed the history of his footsteps.
With his power over time, For could have taken anything he desired from this new world. But a man who can take anything will find most things unsatisfying. And a man without memories is just a shell.
A woman has been chosen. The gift of heaven on earth. This will become the biggest story in the world. Coldwater, Michigan. Ask a man of God. One call will confirm everything.
One small step for frog, one giant leap for the two of us.
They gave up days and weeks of their lives, addicted to someone else’s drama.
If you truly love someone, you’ll find a way back.
How can he explain such sadness when she is supposed to make him happy? The truth is he cannot explain it himself. All he knows is that something stepped in front of him, blocking his way, until in time he gave up on things, he gave up studying engineering and he gave up on the idea of traveling. He sat down in his life. And there he remained.
And you will be scared again. All your life. You must conquer this. Face them and pretend that aren’t there.
It’s funny. I met a man once who did a lot of mountain climbing. I asked him which was harder, ascending or descending? He said without a doubt descending, because ascending you were so focused on reaching the top, you avoided mistakes.
Dying,” Morrie suddenly said, “is only one thing to be sad over, Mitch. Living unhappily is something else. So many of the people who come to visit me are unhappy.
Look. It’s one of the shortest sentences in the English language. But we don’t really look, Chika. Not as adults. We look over. We glance. We move on.
Memories are not in places, Papa. Memories are in your mind. They’re here, too.
He had refused fancy clothes or makeup for this interview. His philosophy was that death should to be embarrassing; he was not about to powder its nose.
For my disciples, the map is simple. All lonely roads lead back to music. I embrace you. I forgive you. I will never leave you. Can humans say the same?
Each night, when I go to sleep, I die. And the next morning, when I wake up, I am reborn. ” – MAHATMA GANDHI.
There are touches in your life that identify the person making contact, even if your eyes are closed.
When a Catholic priest from across the street insulted one of our members, you demanded he apologize. When he did, you accepted, as his penance, a gesture. You waited until the Catholic schoolkids were in recess, playing in the schoolyard, then you and the priest strolled around the perimeter, arm in arm, showing that different faiths can indeed walk side by side, in harmony.
My old professor, meanwhile, was stunned by the normalcy of the day around him. Shouldn’t the world stop? Don’t they know what has happened to me?
Quando sei un reietto, ti affezioni anche alle pietre che ti scagliano.
It’s amazing how folks can’t see you, ’cause they want to keep you in that past.