You’re a good girl and always have been, but deep down, you think there’s more to life than always following the rules, and there’s a part of you that craves the unknown.
Winston Churchill once described worry as a thin stream of fear trickling through the mind that, if encouraged, cuts a channel into which all other thoughts are drained.
You either did something about it or you didn’t, and then you lived with the choice you made. It didn’t.
In college, there aren’t many guys like that, and why would there be? When girls just give it away for nothing? I mean, I can understand why you’d sleep with someone if you love them, but if you barely know them? What’s the point? It just cheapens it.
You’re choosing to let life control you, instead of the other way around. That’s the big secret. You choose the kind of life you want to live.
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.