Life

The wonder of life shouldn't be squandered on insignificant or unbeneficial experiences.

Death's in the good-bye.

Life without thankfulness is devoid of love and passion. Hope without thankfulness is lacking in fine perception. Faith without thankfulness lacks strength and fortitude. Every virtue divorced from thankfulness is maimed and limps along the spiritual road.

I hate when people ask what a book is about. People who read for plot, people who suck out the story like the cream filling in an Oreo, should stick to comic strips and soap operas. . . . Every book worth a damn is about emotions and love and death and pain. It's about words. It's about a man dealing with life. Okay?

A shame. As promising as a sky full'a rainbows but as useful as a bag'a dirt.

We are bound to expireEven metal which is sturdiest,Rusts.Even oxygen, the breath of life,Soon transpires.8/6/11 -Luis Medina.

It is a fight to let go of a past that refuses to withdraw its sticky tentacles from your present.

In the afternoon the digestion of the meal deprives me of the incomparable lightness which characterizes the fast days.

Every fairy tale had a bloody lining. Every one had teeth and claws.

When you write and when you read, you are living in a different world.

The thing is, that world doesn't exist. All growing up means is that your realize no one will come along to fix things. No one will come along to save you.

Simon to die. Jace to live. Jonathon to retune. And you Valentine's daughter, to be the catalist of it all.

But that I should have ended up in a place like this seems too custom-made a nightmare to be the work of mere ill fortune.

My plans for the future are to serve more and better, to worry less about the things that are unimportant, to let my wife and children know how much I love them, to openly support whatever I can see is good, to appreciate and to encourage everyone in the best way possible, and, in short, to do more of what makes life meaningful.

As we celebrate the evolution of the life of one so special, we embrace the meaning of life, itself.

Your sorrow will become smaller, like a star in the daylight that you can't even see. It's there, shining, but there is also a vast expanse of blue sky.

Ilse and I hunted all over the old orchard today for a four-leaved clover and couldn't find one. Then I found one in a clump of clover by the dairy steps tonight when I was straining the milk and never thinking of clovers. Cousin Jimmy says that is the way luck always comes, and it is no use to look for it.

The only pride of her workday was not that it had been lived, but that it had been survived. It was wrong, she thought, it was viciously wrong that one should ever be forced to say that about any hour of one's life.

How many rivers do we have to cross,Before we can talk to the boss?

What would an ocean be without a monster lurking in the dark? It would be like sleep without dreams.