Everybody generalizes from one example. At least, I do.
Always appreciate the gift of life! Be happy and have fun!
Never rush an emotion; everything in life has a rhythm, it is the pauses and silences that speak the truth.
Love. Children are loving, they dont gossip, they dont complain, theyre just open-hearted. Theyre ready for you. They dont judge. They dont see things by way of color. Theyre very child-like. Thats the problem with adults: they lose that child-like quality. And thats the level of inspiration thats so needed and is so important for creating and writing songs and for a sculptor, a poet or a novelist. Its that same kind of innocence, that same level of consciousness, that you create from. And kids have it. I feel it right away from animals and children and nature. Of course.
It's been my dream since I was a child to somehow unite people of the world through love and music.
Drinking really cold beer is like slapping yourself in the face with an ice pick.
In a world filled with hate, we must still dare to hope. In a world filled with anger, we must still dare to comfort. In a world filled with despair, we must still dare to dream. And in a world filled with distrust, we must still dare to believe.
Many people think there's nothing they can do to change their karma - it's preordained so why bother trying to change their situation? This is what scares people. These folks think that to accept the reality of karma one must be passive. It simply isn't true. Karma is active. We can - in the blink of an eye - make decisions that will shape our futures and transform the parts of our lives that are causing us unhappiness.
Anger is an uncivil attempt to make another feel guilty or a cruel way of trying to correct them.
Actually, you’re not famous at all. Maybe you’ll get some traction after you’re dead?
Kisten, please don't leave me," I begged, and his eyes opened. "I'm cold," he said, fear rising in his blue eyes. I held him tighter. "I'm holding you. It's going to be okay. " "Tell Ivy," he said with a gasp, clenching in on himself. "Tell Ivy that it wasn't her fault. And tell her that at the end. . . you remember love. I don't think. . . we lose our souls. . . at all. I think God keeps them for us until we. . . come home. I love you, Rachel. " "I love you, too, Kisten," I sobbed, and as I watched, his eyes, memorizing my face, silvered, and he died.