Aging is not just decay, you know. It’s growth. It’s more than the negative that you’re going to die, it’s also the positive, that you understand going to die, and you live a better life because of it.
We all have the same beginning – birth – and we all have the same end – death. So how different can we be?
Jauh lebih menyenangkan merasa bahwa Tuhan mendengarkanmu dan mengatakan tidak, ketimbang merasa tak ada siapa pun yang mendengarkanmu.
If the only thing wrong with Moses is that he’s not yours; if the only thing wrong with Jesus is that he’s not yours; if the only thing wrong with mosques, Lent, chanting, Mecca, Buddha, confession, or reincarnation is that they’re not yours – well, maybe the problem is you.
There are two stories for every life; the one you live, and the one others tell.
Love is when you are as concerned about someone else’s situation as you are about your own.
We think we don’t deserve love, we think if we let it in we’ll become too soft. But a wise man named Levine said it right. He said, ‘Love is the only rational act.
Do you understand? Why we’re here? This is not your heaven. It’s mine.
Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it.
The world is full of stories, but the stories are all one .
Through it all, despite it all, Eddie privately adored his old man, because sons will adore their fathers through even the worst behavior. It is how they learn devotion. Before he can devote himself to God or a woman, a boy will devote himself to his father, even foolishly, even beyond explanation.
One afternoon, I am complaining about the confusion of my age, what is expected of me versus what I want for myself.
A heart weighs more when it splits in two.
He was doing what a man does when left with nothing. He was telling himself his own life story.
The culture we have does not make people feel good about themselves. And you have to be strong enough to say if the culture doesn’t work, don’t buy it.
Orang-orang asing adalah keluarga yang belum kau kenal.
Once you have a sister, you never stop having her, even if you can no longer see or touch her.
Learn how to die, and you learn how to live.
Her initial elation had given way to something unexpected: a heightened sadness. Even depression.
Or how we feel a surge of love for a partner but we don’t say anything because we’re frozen with the fear of what those words might do to the relationship.