...for we are all amateurs at life, but if we do not focus too much on our mistakes, a miraculous picture emerges. And we learn that it's not the beauty of the image that warrants our gratitude--it's the chance to paint.
Nothing heals the soul like chocolate ... It's God's apology for broccoli.
Those with the softest hearts build the hardest shells.
. . . Harboring an emotion as powerful as gratitude has power of its own.
As we walk our individual life journeys, we pick up resentments and hurts, which attach themselves to our souls like burrs clinging to a hiker's socks. These stowaways may seem insignificant at first, but, over time, if we do not occasionally stop and shake them free, the accumulation becomes a burden to our souls.
Sometimes its not the strength but gentleness that cracks the hardest shells.
Like all living things, love, too, struggles against hardship, and in the process sheds its fatuous skin to expose one composed of more than just a storm of emotion-one of loyalty and divine friendship. And though it may be temporarily blinded by adversity, it never gives in or up, holding tight to lofty ideals that transcend this earth and time- while its counterfeit simply concludes it was mistaken and quickly runs off to find the next real thing.
Life is not a sprint. It was never meant to be. It is just a step of faith after another.
"You know, I've wondered if it's more painful to lose someone you love to death or to lose someone you love because she no longer loves you back." "I don't know," I said. "On the surface, it seems an easy question. It should be so much easier to lose someone who doesn't love you, because why would you want to be with someone who doesn't want you? But rejection's not an east road. A part of you always wonders what makes you so unlovable."
The first step of a journey is always the longest.
We are all in motion. Always. Those who are not climbing toward something are descending toward nothing.
It has been a mistake living my life in the past. One cannot ride a horse backwards and still hold its reins.
Everyone has some inner power that awaits discovery.
It's our memories that make us who we are. Without them, we're nothing. If that means we have to hurt sometimes, it's worth it.
People aren't wired to be alone. Even in the stressful population of prison, solitary confinement is still considered a cruel punishment.
You're the type who thinks of the glass as being half full, instead of half empty. "No," she said, "I'm just grateful for the glass.
If you passed me walking home from school, you probably wouldn't even notice me. That's because I'm just a kid like you. I go to school like you. I get bullied like you. Unlike you, I live in Idaho. Don't ask me what state Idaho is in––news flash––Idaho IS a state. ~Michael Vey
The truest indication of gratitude is to return what you are grateful for.
...even the most horribl e of nightmares is laced with the promise of dawn.
There's no hurt so great that love can't heal it.
We can only lose what we have first claimed.
Denial, perhaps, is a necessary human mechanism to cope with the heartaches of life.
When we hate someone we make them more powerfull than they are.
Dance. Dance for the joy and breath of childhood. Dance for all children, including that child who is still somewhere entombed beneath the responsibility and skepticism of adulthood. Embrace the moment before it escapes from our grasp. For the only promise of childhood, of any childhood, is that it will someday end. And in the end, we must ask ourselves what we have given our children to take its place. And is it enough?
A man's worth isn't measured by a bank register or diploma... It's about integrity
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