Happy the man who sees a God employed in all the good and ills that checker life.
What he labels sexual, she labels harassment.
We spend January 1st walking through our lives, room by room, drawing up a list of work to be done, cracks to be patched. Maybe this year, to balance the list, we ought to walk through the rooms of our lives. . . not looking for flaws, but for potential.
I have never been especially impressed by the heroics of people convinced they are about to change the world. I am more awed by those who struggle to make one small difference.
We are told that people stay in love because of chemistry, or because they remain intrigued with each other, because of many kindnesses, because of luck. But part of it has got to be forgiveness and gratefulness.
Normal is getting dressed in clothes that you buy for work, driving through traffic in a car that you are still paying for, in order to get to a job that you need so you can pay for the clothes, car and the house that you leave empty all day in order to afford to live in it.
Ultimately, time is all you have and the idea isn't to save it, but to savour it.
I'm very bad at packing. It ends up being a circus, throwing everything in there. You never want to come up short.
It is immoral to brand children with religion. 'This is a Catholic child. ' 'That is a Muslim child. ' I want everyone to flinch when they hear such a phrase, just as they would if they heard, 'That is a Marxist child. '
Once you realize that the way you exist right now is not enough, that there is something more, your spiritual process has already begun.
I will never abandon you. I love you too much.