The natives used to tie their enemies to the tree. The ants would eat them alive.
The price of happiness is the risk of losing it.
The more I study history the more I realize how little mankind has changed. There are no new scripts, just different actors.
Grief isn’t a luxury; it’s an appropriate response to loss. You don’t just will it away. If you allow it to run its course, it will fade with time, but if you ignore it or pretend it doesn’t exist, it only gets worse.
One day McKenna got hot enough.
Sometimes our cruelest acts come not from meaning to do wrong but from not trying hard enough not to.
I have come to believe that we do not walk alone in this life. There are others, fellow sojourners, whose journeys are interwoven with ours in seemingly random patterns, yet, in the end, have been carefully placed to reveal a remarkable tapestry. I believe God is the weaver at that loom.
Forgiveness does not require us to close our eyes but rather to truly open them.
There are none so impoverished as those who do not acknowledge the abundance of their lives.
So often the pain of our life is no more than a reminder to take our hand off the stove.
Forgiveness is the key to the heart’s shackles.
The most difficult of decisions are often not the ones in which we cannot determine the correct course; rather the ones in which we are certain of the path but fear the journey.
The assumption of time is one of humanity’s greatest follies. We tell ourselves that there’s always tomorrow, when we can no more predict tomorrow than we can the weather. Procrastination is the thief of dreams.
Heroes rarely look the way we draw them in our minds: attractive, imposing figures with rippling muscles and strong chins. More times than not they are humble beings, small and flawed. It is only their spirits that are beautiful and strong.
Regret is the most tiresome of companions.
To choose the path is to choose the destination, but sometimes it seems that the path is under our feet even before we know we’re walking.
From our first babblings to our last word, we make but one statement, and that is our life.
Denial, perhaps, is a necessary human mechanism to cope with the heartaches of life.
There are moments, it would seem, that were created in cosmic theater where we are given strange and fantastic tests. In these times, we do not show who we are to God, for surely He must already know, but rather to ourselves.
Everyone who got to where they are had to begin where they were.