Sticking with your family is what makes it a family.
I think what you notice most when you haven’t been home in a while is how much the trees have grown around your memories.
Because when the world quiets to the sound of your own breathing, we all want the same things: comfort, love, and a peaceful heart.
That’s what heaven is. You get to make sense of your yesterdays.
Sometimes, when you are not getting the love you want, giving makes you think you will.
A man who can take anything will find most things unsatisfying. And a man without memories is just a shell.
You know what really offers you satisfaction? Offering others what you have to give.
There is no formula to relationships. They have to be negotiated in loving ways, with room for both parties, what they want and what they need, what they can do and what their life is like.
Courage is confused with picking up arms and cowardness is confused with laying them down.
This is the greatest gift God can give you: to understand what happened in your life. To have it explained. It is the peace you have been searching for.
A book with the genuine power to stir and comfort its readers.
I like myself better when I’m with you.
Being unheard is the ground floor of giving up.
No story sits by itself, Sometimes stories meet at corners and sometimes they cover one another completely, like stones beneath a river.
I had a very high-grade publisher tell me I was incapable of writing a memoir.
You’re not a wave, you’re a part of the ocean.
Scenery without solace is meaningless.
I don’t know about Heaven or Hell, but I do know that we are visited all the time by the spirits of those who affected us in life.
I don’t know what it is about food your mother makes for you, especially when it’s something that anyone can make – pancakes, meat loaf, tuna salad – but it carries a certain taste of memory.
Sometimes, kids want you to hurt the way they hurt.