It’s our memories that make us who we are. Without them, we’re nothing. If that means we have to hurt sometimes, it’s worth it.
It’s been said that every new beginning in some other beginning’s end.
I’ve wondered why the famous congregate with each other. Perhaps it’s to assure each other that they really are as important as they think they are.
To deny our pasts is to burn the bridge we must cross to self-understanding.
Humanity is always looking for the next great world, the next frontier. I wonder how different this world would be if we were content with where we were.
Some people spend so much time hunting treasure that they fail to see it all around them. It’s like sifting through gold to find the silt.
Usually the most interesting stories are written not on paper but hearts.
The sweetness of reunion is the joy of heaven.
The further along we get on our life journey the more we wonder about those who traveled before us and paved the road.
Every life can be learned from, as either a flame of hope or a cautionary flare.
It is in the dark times that the light of friendship shines brightest.
Life is not yours to take.
In the end, we all lose it. Remember that. In the end, we own nothing.
I don’t think it is as much a human foible as it is a human curse that we cannot understand the beauty of a thing until it is gone.
We can spend our days bemoaning our losses, or we can grow from them. Ultimately the choice is ours. We can be victims of circumstance or masters of our own fate, but make no mistake, we cannot be both. The Walk – Epilogue Page 288.
Mr. Dallstrom is a bald, scarecrow of a man with a poochy stomache. Think of a pregnant Abraham Lincoln.
I love when I can reboot people when they are being mean to others...
The greatest shackles we bear in thislife are those forged by our own fears.
There’s no hurt so great that love can’t heal it.
Sometimes, when tragedy strikes, people give up hope that they can expect anything more from life, when the real quest is finding out what life expects from them.