Set your guitars and banjos on fire and before you write a song smoke a pack of whiskey and it’ll all take care of itself.
I love you,” he said. “I love you more,” she replied, and kissed his neck just behind the ear. “No, Vivi. I love you most.
The only way to reach enlightenment is by walking towards the brightest light you can find and keep walking until you reach it.
Behind your skin, your bones, your heart and your mind, you are simply a mirror of the universe, all of its history and its future in a single breath.
I’ve googled OCD about 45 times so far today.
My partner and I were going to renew our vowels, but the consonants revolted.
I bought a book on willpower, but I only got halfway through.
You’d think these “red-blooded” conservative congressmen who don’t want equal rights for gays or the right to choose for women would be embarrassed to have the NRA so publicly cupping their balls.
Katharine Hepburn’s voice: “If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun.
What hope, what sense of progress, have we given the next generation if young men of color grow up knowing the odds are they’ll end up in jail or dead before thirty? It’s as though we all need to go back to third grade and remember that poster of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., who said, “A threat to justice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere.
What the hell are we doing? And was it always this bad? Was the world always on fire and I hadn’t been looking up?
Maumee is the first stop,” Peggy says. “It’s a suburb of Toledo, Ohio.
The day I get to see Sam, we fly in to the Toledo Express Airport and motorcade to the Wolcott House Museum.
I know that that sassy little minx called love will find me when I’m ready, but right now, it’s time to write.
Don’t waste your time on people who make you cry. You’re not going to get what you want from them and you’re going to miss out on the fun in the meantime. That’s what I’m talking about.
The walls we have to tear down to make room for each other are rarely physical. The walls that separate us are mostly psychological. Feelings are what exclude people from our friendship and dinner table: ignoring versus noticing, suspicion versus trust, exclusion versus embrace.
Hospitality isn’t just about welcoming sinners; it’s also about welcoming people we think are idiots.
You know’ he said, ’it’s better to make a mess in your pants than a mess in your heart.
Before hospitality can make space in the world or around your table, it has to begin closer to home, with an inward, emotional revolution. Hospitality begins as an affectional capacity, cultivating the ability to make room in our hearts for others. Hospitality starts with the ‘will to embrace, ’ the spontaneous and unconditional welcome we extend toward others.
Adam’s hands wrapped around her waist, his fingers splayed across her lower back, pulling her against him and eliminating the space between them. His kiss deepened as his tongue moved against hers.
Discomfort, for more privileged sects, can be the threshold into increased awareness. It’s the moments in which you shrink from that discomfort, that you don’t walk through it, that you don’t interrogate why you have such a corporal reaction to the demands of others, that those biases maintain their place.