And I thought also about the love they’d always felt for each other – like stars in the daytime sky, unseen, but always present.
Only those who are comfortable with each other can sit without speaking. This is the great paradox.
One would say something that challenged the other, often leading to an argument, and she realized how much she’d missed that. Not because they fought, but because of the trust it implied and the forgiveness that inevitably followed.
The ups and downs, the dreams and struggles, had all been part of the journey, she realized – a journey that led to a cattle ranch near a town called King, where she had fallen in love with a cowboy named Luke.
I take the memories as they come, accepting them all, letting them guide me whenever I can.
In October 1944, we were cruising near Samar, getting ready to help lead the invasion of the Philippines. We had thirteen ships in our group, which sounds like a lot, but aside from the carrier, it was mainly destroyers and escorts, so we didn’t have much firepower. And then, on the horizon, we saw what seemed like the entire Japanese fleet coming toward us. Four battleships, eight cruisers, eleven destroyers, hell-bent on sending us to the bottom of the sea.
I am, however, of the opinion that something has been lost in the process: the simple joy of waking in the morning and having nothing whatsoever to do.
I’ve been lucky, for no one should ever be forced to march through life alone.
She hadn’t returned to the Body Pump class again – people in there were obviously masochists – but.
You are Hannah, a lover of life, a strength to those who shared in your friendships. You are a dream, a creator of happiness, an artist who has touched a thousand souls. You’ve led a full life and wanted for nothing, because your needs are spiritual and you have only to look inside you. You are kind and loyal, and you are able to see the beauty where others do not. You are a teacher of wonderful lessons, a dreamer of better things.
It wasn’t a question of if a bull rider got injured, but rather when and how badly.
I don’t know what “normal” really means. I think everyone has his own definition, and it’s shaped by culture, by family and friends, by character and experience, by events and a thousand other things. What’s normal for one person isn’t normal for another.
The more you own, the more it owns you, and I’m tired of it. I’m tired of having to take care of everything. I’m tired of things breaking and having to fix them. It adds stress, and frankly, I’m giving myself a break.” In.
Intelligent? Kind?
Ruth Levinson Third grade teacher. She believes in me and I can be anything I want when I grow up. I can even change the world.
That’s what parenting is all about. Doing the best you can while being terrified of screwing up. Kids.
Hope might leave me crushed in the end, but losing all hope somehow seemed even worse. I.
I don’t think you did anything wrong. It’s just that relationships are hard, and both people have to want them to work.
There are too many fault lines to count now.
College was a bubble that kept the rest of the world at bay. There was an abundance of free time, friends who lived either with you or right next door, and an overwhelming sense of optimism about the future, even if you had no idea as to the specifics of what that might mean. In college, everyone accepted the fact that their lives would turn out exactly as planned, buoying them from one good memory to the next in a cascade of carefree three-day weekends.