Don’t get too attached to anything.
What will you do with the time you have left?
It’s amazing the fantasies your mind can put together.
So many times I feel I’m using the same words over and over, like a woman wearing the same dress every day. So boring!
The dead sit at our tables long after they have gone.
When you are an outcast, even a tossed stone can be cherished.
Once heaven is done with grandma, we’d like her back, thanks.
How do people choose their final words? Do they realize their gravity? Are they fated to be wise?
Do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself...
You were one person, and you changed the world.
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.
Soon man will count all his days, and then smaller segments of the day, and then smaller still – until the counting consumes him, and the wonder of the world he has been given is lost.
Before you measure the years, you measure the days.
Being unheard is the ground floor of giving up, and giving up is the ground floor of doing yourself in. It’s not so much, what’s the point? It’s more like, what’s the difference?
We cannot stop what Heaven chooses.
Aging is not just decay, you know, its growth.
But they wanted you. Time is not something you give back. The very next moment may be answer to your prayer. To deny that is to deny the most important part of the future.
She had been so consumed with escaping her own misery, she hadn’t considered the misery she might inflict.
God sings, we hum along, and there are many melodies, but it’s all one song – one same, wonderful, human song.
And I suppose tapes are a desperate attempt to steal something from Death’s suitcase.