Have you ever wondered what a human life is worth? That morning, my brother’s was worth a pocket watch.
Sometimes there is such beauty in awkwardness.
We’d been trying to touch the sky from the bottom of the ocean.
Krasivaya. It means beautiful, but with strength. Unique.
Sometimes kindness can be delivered in a clumsy way.
Sometimes there is such beauty in awkwardness. There’s love and emotion trying to express itself, but at the time, it just ends up being awkward.
Whether love of friend, love of country, love of God, or even love of enemy – love reveals to us the truly miraculous nature of the human spirit.
We’d been trying to touch the sky from the bottom of the ocean. I realized that if we boosted one another, maybe we’d get a little closer.
Good men are often more practical than pretty.
Look at you, locked and loaded, like Mae West of the Motor City.
My biggest fear was that the old Charlie was in there somewhere trying to communicate, but a synaptic disconnect made his behavior erratic.
The lie came out so easily it frightened me. I used to feel sick to my stomach when I heard Mother tell a lie. How can you do it? How do you live with yourself? I used to wonder. But here I was, lying to Miss Paulsen and smiling while doing it.
A wrongdoing doesn’t give you the right to do wrong. You know that.
He said nothing, just pulled me down into his lap and wrapped his arms around me.
I felt as if I were riding a pendulum. Just as I would swing into the abyss of hopelessness, the pendulum would swing back with some small goodness.
He threw his burning cigarette onto our clean living room floor and ground it into the wood with his boot. We were about to become cigarettes.
A wrongdoing doesn’t give us the right to do wrong.
I planted a seed of hatred in my heart. I swore it would grow to be a massive tree whose roots would strangle them all.