Sitting high above the city, Father Time realized that knowing something and understanding it were not the same thing.
You don’t know how to live until you learn how to die.
I love you every day. And now I will miss you every day.
Dying? Not the end of everything. We think it is. But what happens on earth is only the beginning.
Remember this always: There is a reason God limits man’s days.
Sometimes when you’re losing someone, you hang on to whatever tradition you can.
There are no random acts. That we are all connected. That you can no more separate one life from another than you can separate a breeze from the wind.
But what if someone from another faith won’t recognize yours? Or wants you dead for it? “That is not faith. That is hate.” He sighed. “And if you ask me, God sits up there and cries when that happens.
How can I be envious of where you are when I’ve been there myself?
You were never alone.
All the people you meet here have one thing to teach you.” Eddie was skeptical. His fists stayed clenched. “What?” he said. “That there are no random acts. That we are all connected. That you can no more separate one life from another than you can separate a breeze from the wind.
Hati yang utuh adalah hati yang pernah patah.
You don’t miss things. You miss people.
A man who can take anything will find most things unsatisfying.
If you hold back on the emotions – if you don’t allow yourself to go all the way through them – you can never get to being detached, you’re too busy being afraid. You’re afraid of the pain, you’re afraid of the grief. You’re afraid of the vulnerability that loving entails.
Listen. You should know something. All younger people should know something. If you’re always battling against getting older, you’re always going to be unhappy, because it will happen anyhow.
The problem is that we don’t believe that we are much alike as we are. Whites and blacks, Catholic and Protestants, men and women. If we saw each other as more alike, we might be very eager to join in one human family in this world, and to care about that family the way we care about our own.
Napoleon once dismissed religion as ‘what keeps the poor from murdering the rich.’ Meaning, without the fear of God – or literally the hell we might have to pay – the rest of us would just take what we wanted.
Strangers,” the Blue Man said, “are just family you have yet to come to know.
Time is not something you give back.