It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood, a beautiful day for a neighbor. Would you be mine; could you be mine?
I am always comforted by realizing that there are still so many helpers – so many caring people in this world.
People have said, ‘Don’t cry’ to other people for years and years, and all it has ever meant is, ‘I’m too uncomfortable when you show your feelings. Don’t cry.’ I’d rather have them say, ‘Go ahead and cry. I’m here to be with you.’
My hope for all of us is that ‘the miles we go before we sleep’ will be filled with all the feelings that come from deep caring – delight, sadness, joy, wisdom – and that in all the endings of our life, we will be able to see the new beginnings.
In appreciating our neighbor, we’re participating in something truly sacred.
Who you are inside is what helps you make and do everything in life.
I like you just the way you are.
Often when you think you’re at the end of something, you’re at the beginning of something else.
Fame is a four-letter word. And like tape, or zoom, or face, or pain, or love, or life, what ultimately matters is what we do with it.
Real strength has to do with helping others.
Hopefully your choices can come from a deep sense of who you are.
The real drama of life is never centerstage. It’s always in the wings.
Silence is so powerful, so important. There is so much to be learned from it.
Imagining may be the first step in making it happen, but it takes the real time and real efforts of real people to learn things, make things, turn thoughts into deeds or visions into inventions.
The gifts we treasure most over the years are often small and simple. In easy times and tough times, what seems to matter most is the way we show those nearest us that we’ve been listening to their needs, to their joys, and to their challenges.
The world is not always a kind place. That’s something all children learn for themselves, whether we want them to or not, but it’s something they really need our help to understand.
This evening is as brief as the twinkling of an eye yet such twinklings is what eternity is made of.
Often, problems are knots with many strands, and looking at those strands can make a problem seem different.
Love begins with listening.
You make each day a special day. You know how, by just your being you.
Love isn’t a perfect state of caring.