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.
I hope you can find the healing power in grieving.
Don’t assume that it’s too late to get involved.
And thus unknowingly, Dor began to serve his sentence – to hear every plea from every soul who desired more of the thing he had first identified, the thing that moved man further from the simple light of existence and deeper into the darkness of his own obsessions. Time.
In the beginning, there was a question. In the end, the question gets answered. God sings, we hum along, and there are many melodies, but it’s all one song – one same, wonderful, human song. I am in love with hope.
Dear friends. I’m dying. “Don’t be upset. I began to die on July 6, 1917. That’s the day I was born, and, in council with what our psalmist says, ‘We who are born, are born to die.
Do you really think we’ll meet again one day? “Don’t you?