It is not until much later, as the skin sags and the heart weakens, that children understand; their stories, and all their accomplishments, sit atop the stories of their mothers and fathers, stones upon stones, beneath the waters of their lives.
Dying is only one thing to be sad over. Living unhappily is something else.
The most important thing in life is to learn how to give out love, and to let it come in.
Time,” the Captain said, “is not what you think.” He sat down next to Eddie. “Dying? Not the end of everything. We think it is. But what happens on earth is only the beginning.
Everyone is in such a hurry. People haven’t found meaning in their lives, so they’re running all the time looking for it. They think the next car, the next house, the next job. Then they find those things are empty, too, and they keep running. Once you start running, it’s hard to slow yourself down.
Having more does not keep you from wanting more. And if you always want more – to be richer, more beautiful, more well known – you are missing the bigger picture, and I can tell you from experience, happiness will never come.
People say they “find” love, as if it were an object hidden by a rock. But love takes many forms and it is never the same for any man and woman. What people find then is a CERTAIN love.
Life has to end, she said. Love doesn’t.
Love or Perish.
In the beginning of life, when we are infants, we need others to survive, right? And at the end of life, when you get like me, you need others to survive, right?’ His voice dropped to a whisper. ‘But here’s the secret: in between, we need others as well.
People think of heaven as a paradise garden, a place where they can float on clouds and laze in rivers and mountains. But scenery without solace is meaningless.
There are five people you meet in heaven,” the Blue Man suddenly said. “Each of us was in your life for a reason. You may not have known the reason at the time, and that is what heaven is for. For understanding your life on earth.
But behind all your stories is always your mother’s story, because hers is where yours begins.
It’s like going back to being a child again. Someone to bathe you. Someone to lift you. Someone to wipe you. We all know how to be a child. It’s inside all of us. For me, It’s just remembering how to enjoy it.
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.