Harrison wrote a two-page poem about his deep feelings of loss when his dog Filbert died, and Mrs. Minerva, the creative writing teacher, gave it a B-minus. Do you know what that does to a a person to get a B-minus in Grief?
The problem with the heart is how it can have so many opposite feelings coursing through it all at the same time. It’s really an inconsistent thing- appreciating something one minute and hating it the next.
Like my grandmother always said, ’you never know the blessings that come from suffering.
New places always help us look at life differently.
Sometimes you’ve got to shout the truth and wake people up.
You don’t know which way a thing will come at you, but you need to welcome it with your whole heart which ever way it arrives.
When you can carry five full dinner platters on your left arm, you should be able to vote, even if you’re not eighteen.
It was probably easier in the old days when the bad guys rode into town wearing black capes or whatever bad guys wore and the milk cows were ownded by honest people. Right off the bat, you’d know who you were dealing with. Now everybody dresses alike.
Have you ever noticed that it takes a textbook dozens of pages to say what normal people can cover fast? Example: What was the full impact of World War II? Clear-cut teenage answer: we won.
You cannot measure the loss of a human life. It’s all the things a person was, all their dreams, all the people who loved them, all they hoped to be and could give back to the world.
A heart will say amazing things if it’s given half a chance.
The sad heart needs work to do.
It takes a great cook to pull life truth from poultry.
The choices we make can have lasting consequences.
If you can’t find an answer at the mall or the library, what does that say about the world?
People are so cheap. Everyone wants quality, no one wants to pay for it. Here’s the suburban dream – to hire great workers who are such meek morons that they don’t have the guts to ask for a living wage.
If you worry about every little thing you’re going to have one thoroughly miserable life.
Teenagers are like bees at night, I think. We don’t like waking up and we don’t always get with the program immediately, but once we figure out our mission, we’ll see it through.
You don’t understand how much light you have until the lights go out.
Everyone needs fudge, Hildy. It’s how God helps us cope.
I hope you’ll have the kind of life where what you stand for is so important that it makes some people outright hostile. You won’t know how strong your beliefs really are until you have to defend them.