Conversation's got to have some root in the past, or else you've got to explain every remark you make, an' it wears a person out.
Hope burns eternal in the human heart.
To run with the wolf was to run in the shadows, the dark ray of life, survival and instinct. A fierceness that was both proud and lonely, a tearing, a howling, a hunger and thirst. Blessed are they who hunger and thirst. A strength that would die fighting, kicking, screaming, that wouldn't stop until the last breath had been wrung from its body. The will to take one's place in the world. To say 'I am here. ' To say 'I am.
Life isn't as magical here, and you're not the only one who feels like you don't belong, or that it's better somewhere else. But there ARE things worth living for. And the best part is you never know what's going to happen next.
If you're betwixt and between, trust the one with red hair.
When you come to the edge of all that you know, you must believe one of two things: either there will be ground to stand on, or you will be given wings to fly.
We considered behaving, but it's against our nature.
We need deliberately to call to mind the joys of our journey. Perhaps we should try to write down the blessings of one day. We might begin; we could never end; there are not pens or paper enough in all the world.
Psychology helps to measure the probability that an aim is attainable.
I had a lot of friends in high school who said, 'Louie, I don't care what the government does as long as they leave me alone. ' Well, guess what, when you don't care what the government does, it does not leave you alone.
. . . he will be our friend for always and always and always.