When you are an outcast, even a tossed stone can be cherished.
All the people you meet here have one thing to teach you. Eddie was skeptical. His fists stayed clenched. What? he said. That there are no random acts. That we are all connected. That you can no more separate one life from another than you can separate a breeze from the wind.
When someone is in your heart, they're never truly gone. They can come back to you, even at unlikely times.
Life has to end. Marguerite said. Love doesn't
There is no formula to relationships. They have to be negotiated in loving ways, with room for both parties, what they want and what they need, what they can do and what their life is like.
No life is a waste. The only time we waste is the time we spend thinking we are alone.
The story of my recent life.' I like that phrase. It makes more sense than 'the story of my life', because we get so many lives between birth and death. A life to be a child. A life to come of age. A life to wander, to settle, to fall in love, to parent, to test our promise, to realize our mortality- and in some lucky cases, to do something after that realization.
Dor felt a warm, calming feeling when he said those words- she is my wife - because ever since they were children she was like the sky to him , forever around.
Have you found someone to share your heart with? Are you giving to your community? Are you at peace with yourself? Are you trying to be as human as you can be?
When we are most alone is when we embrace another's loneliness.
Status will get you nowhere. Only an open heart will allow you to float equally between everyone.
Something is always happening somewhere.
This is the story of a man named Eddie and it starts at the end, with Eddie dying in the sun. It may seem strange to start a story with and ending, but all endings are also beginnings. We just don't know it at the time.
I felt ashamed now that I tried to take my life.It is such a precious thing.I had no one to talk me out of my despair,and that was a mistake.You need to keep people close.You need to give them access to your heart.
All parents damage their children. It cannot be helped. Youth, like pristine glass, absorbs the prints of its handlers. Some parents smudge, others crack, a few shatter childhoods completely into jagged little pieces, beyond repair.
Forgive yourself before you die. Then forgive others.
...You can go your whole life collecting days, and none will outweigh the one you wish you had back.
Remember what I said about finding a meaningful life? I wrote it down, but now I can recite it: Devote yourself to loving others, devote yourself to your community around you, and devote yourself to creating something that gives you purpose and meaning.
The truth is, there is no line. There's only your life, how you mess it up, and who is there to save you.Or who isn't.
You live on - in the hearts of everyone you have touched and nurtured while you were here...Death ends life, not a relationship.
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