I think most people, if I asked, would say, "Yes, of course I believe. " But I think for a great many of them it doesn't really make much difference in terms of either what they do with their lives or with their own inner well-being. They believe because so did grandfather, and that's the same church they've been going to all these years.
Some lives are tragic, some ridiculous. Most are both at once.
Fathers have a unique and irreplaceable role in the lives of children.
And while he was doing those things, he thought about Allie and the love that was missing from both their lives.
A mortal lives not through that breath that flows in and that flows out. The source of his life is another and this causes the breath to flow.
Our situation on this earth seems strange. Every one of us appears here involuntarily and uninvited for a short stay, without knowing the whys and the wherefore. In our daily lives we only feel that man is here for the sake of others, for those whom we love and for many other beings whose fate is connected with our own. I am often worried at the thought that my life is based to such a large extent on the work of my fellow human beings and I am aware of my great indebtedness to them.
I really hate people who feel their private lives should be paraded, and there are magazines like 'Hello!,' 'OK' and 'Bella' totally devoted to this.
Love ever gives-forgives-outlives and ever stands with open hands. And while it lives, it gives. For this is love's prerogative - to give and give and give.
I come from a generation where you put the art out and had the luxury to sit back and watch the world deconstruct it, and that was valued. Unfortunately now the work lives in a weird context.
We make a mistake in thinking we own pets - the animals open their lives up and make us a part of them.
I have one female fan. But she lives with me. I'm not aware of any others.
I grew up hearing everyone tell me 'God loves you'. I would say big deal, God loves everybody. That don't make me special! That just proves that God ain't got no taste. And, I don't think He does. Thank God! Because He takes the junk of our lives and makes the most beautiful art.
A horn of plenty spills from your hands into the starved lives of millions.
To be free, to come to terms with our lives, we have to have a direct experience of ourselves as we really are, warts and all.
In that moment of salvation, of belief, they are opening their lives to the person of Jesus.
We know story collections end when they end, as well - the pages serving as a countdown - but nevertheless the standard story anthology hews closer to what makes being human so hard: it reminds you with each story how quickly everything we are, everything we call our lives can change, can be upended, can disappear. Never to return.
I'M ONLY AS SUCCESSFUL AS THE GUY THAT LIVES DOWN THE STREET FROM ME.
Erik is not truly dead. He lives on within the souls of those who choose to listen to the music of the night.
Talk lives in a man’s head, but sometimes it is very lonely because in the heads of many men there is nothing to keep it company - and so talk goes out through the lips.
We cannot expect miracles of mindfulness in our own lives without preparation, commitment & continuing to energetically progress along our spiritual way.
