I give myself a good cry if I need it. But then I concentrate on the good things still in my life. I don’t allow myself any more self-pity than that. A little each every morning, a few tears, and that’s all.
Sometimes when you sacrifice something precious, you’re not really losing it. You’re just passing it on to someone else.
Each affects the other, and the other affects the next, and the world is full of stories, but the stories are all one.
I often find that I rock back and forth with a beat in my head constantly. If i stop rocking, it usually means I’ve hit a snag in my writing.
All parents damage their children. It cannot be helped. Youth, like pristine glass, absorbs the prints of its handlers. Some parents smudge, others crack, a few shatter childhoods completely into jagged little pieces, beyond repair.
All endings are also beginnings. We just don’t know it at the time.
Mankind is connected in ways it does not understand – even in dreams.
We all yearn for what we have lost. But sometimes, we forget what we have.
Desire sets our compass, but real life steers our course.
What’s wrong with being number 2?
It’s such a shame to waste time. We always think we have so much of it.
This is part of what a family is about, not just love. It’s knowing that your family will be there watching out for you. Nothing else will give you that. Not money. Not fame. Not work.
If we knew what comes next, we never would have worried.
Belief, hard work, love–you have those things, you can do anything.
It is far more comforting to think God listened and said no, than to think that nobody’s out there.
Giving to other people makes me feel alive. Not my car or my house. Not what I look like in the mirror. When I give my time, when I can make someone smile after they were feeling sad...
She loved me coming and going, at my worst and at my best. She had a bottomless well of love for me.
Heaven can be found in the most unlikely corners.
Faith is about doing. You are how you act, not just how you believe.
Have you ever really had a teacher? One who saw you as a raw but precious thing, a jewel that, with wisdom, could be polished to a proud shine?