It was not often that she was alone like this and she did not like it. When she was alone she had to think and, these days, thoughts were not so pleasant.
I not only bow to the inevitable; I am fortified by it.
We can only be said to be alive in those moments when our hearts are conscious of our treasures.
Hope, like faith, is nothing if it is not courageous; it is nothing if it is not ridiculous.
All that we know about those we have loved and lost is that they would wish us to remember them with a more intensified realization of their reality. What is essential does not die but clarifies. The highest tribute to the dead is not grief but gratitude.
But soon we shall die and all memory of those five will have left the earth, and we ourselves shall be loved for a while and forgotten. But the love will have been enough; all those impulses of love return to the love that made them. Even memory is not necessary for love. There is a land of the living and a land of the dead and the bridge is love, the only survival, the only meaning.
Ninety-nine percent of the people in the world are fools and the rest of us are in great danger of contagion.
Grief best is pleased with grief's society.
His Name will never fall. His Name will never be defeated. His Name will never be reduced to rubble. A tower that’s stronger than any man-made fortress and large enough to see from a distance, even if we’ve lost our way.
What Heaven detests, who knows why? Even the sage considers it difficult.
I don't doubt for a second that Neil Armstrong's spirit is still with us: that unique blend of optimism, humility and the utter confidence that when the world needs someone to do the really big stuff, you need an American.