[On The Netherlands:]. . . the entire country is a kind of saturated sponge.
I'm an insomniac lately. It's one of the many prizes you find in the Cracker Jack box of a crumbling [relationship].
Finding your passion isn't just about careers and money. It's about finding your authentic self. The one you've buried beneath other people's needs.
Maybe time didn't heal wounds exactly, but it gave you a kind of armor, or a new perspective. A way to remember with a smile instead of a sob.
And maybe that was how it was supposed to be. . . Joy and sadness were part of the package; the trick, perhaps,was to let yourself feel all of it, but to hold on to the joy just a little more tightly.
The measure of a man comes down to moments, spread out like dots of pain on the canvas on life. Everything you were, everything you'll someday be, resides in the small, seemingly ordinary choices of everyday life. . . . . Each decision seems as insignificant as a left turn on an unfamiliar road when you have no destination in mind. But the decisions accumulate until you realize one day that they've made you the man that you are.
As mothers and daughters, we are connected with one another. My mother is the bones of my spine, keeping me straight and true. She is my blood, making sure it runs rich and strong. She is the beating of my heart. I cannot now imagine a life without her.
Nature has created us with the capacity to know God, to experience God.
One score makes happy ONE player, one assist makes happy TWO.
The conservatism of a religion - it's orthodoxy - is the inert coagulum of a once highly reactive sap.
All sports are games of inches.