I nod to a passing stranger, and the stranger nods back, and two human beings go off, feeling a little less anonymous.
We are kept from our goal, not by obstacles, but by a clear path to a lesser goal.
Do not call any work menial until you have watched a proud person do it.
Sometimes to do the right thing, we must keep a promise we never made.
If you can wear the hard times of your life as furrows on your brow, you can wear the good times as a twinkle in your eye.
Two people can have a middling day, but one rounds up and the other rounds down.
Either way, things are a lot better – either a lot better than they were or a lot better than they’re going to be.
If minutes were kept of a family gathering, they would show that “Members not Present” and “Subjects Discussed” were one and the same.
Looking back you realize that a very special person passed briefly through your life- and it was you. It is not too late to find that person again.
Through the blackest night, morning gently tiptoes, feeling its way to dawn.
Metaphor for the night sky: a trillion asterisks and no explanations.
You do not wake up one morning a bad person. It happens by a thousand tiny surrenders of self-respect to self-interest.
There are times when two people need to step apart from one another, but there is no rule that says they have to turn and fire.
I was once a skeptic but was converted by the two missionaries on either side of my nose.
Family life is a daily struggle to turn love into happiness.
Parenting is a stage of life’s journey where the milestones come about every fifty feet.
Conscience is less an inner voice than the memory of a mother’s glance.
The trouble with having a stubbornness contest with your kids is that they have your stubbornness gene.
We are each of us born into the arms of mortality, the Lord recognizing our need to be held.
There is a lesson we learn early and harmlessly, or late and traumatically – that there are things we can break that our parents can’t fix.