Our words set the direction for our lives.
The giant step in the walk of faith is the one we take when we decide God no longer is a part of our lives. He IS our life.
The best ideas lose their owners and take on lives of their own.
The Internet is a giant international network of intelligent, informed computer enthusiasts, by which I mean, "people without lives. " We don't care. We have each other.
I am at a loss to figure out how to rid my e-mail of those bottom-feeders of the electronic world, the generators of spam. . . . If I were Emperor of the World, I would lock all the spammers in a room and force them to watch nothing but TV commercials for the rest of their miserable lives, and I would condemn the people who respond to spammers to do nothing but clean the toilets in this room.
No one who lives in the sunlight of gratitude that things aren't worse makes a failure of his or her life.
. . . Iknow the bitter fact that most lives are incredibly wasted, that opportunities for developing identity, for receiving pleasure, for achieving a sense of self-worth are limited and, not only underdeveloped, but in most cases not developed at all--because no one thinks that a housewife, or a mother, or a typist has anything to develop.
ANYONE may become a revealer of Truth who lives in close contact with the indwelling God.
Passed years seem safe ones, vanquished ones, while the future lives in a cloud, formidable from a distance. The cloud clears as you enter it. I have learned this, but like everyone, I learned it late.
The good folks mostly win, courage usually triumphs over fear, the family dog hardly ever contracts rabies: these are things I knew at twenty-five, and things I still know now, at the age of 25 x 2. But I know something else as well: there's a place in most of us where the rain is pretty much constant, the shadows are always long, and the woods are full of monsters. It is good to have a voice in which the terrors of such a place can be articulated and its geography partially described, without denying the sunshine and clarity that fill so much of our ordinary lives. (viii)
How can you come to understand your life when even the beginning is so complicated: a single cell imprinted with the color of your eyes and the shape of your face the pattern on your palm and the moods that will shadow you through your life. How can you be alive when every choice you make breaks the world into a thousand filaments each careless step branching into long tributaries of alternate lives shuddering outward and outward like sheet lightning.
Imagination in the child is powerful. Reading and laughter and love are essential in our lives.
Do you realize that the only time in our lives when we like to get old is when we're kids? If you're less than 10 years old, you're so excited about aging that you think in fractions.
I've run into certain geniuses of individualism - they are very few and far between - who live their lives completely on their own terms; they are very powerful and have a great amount of happiness. We all should aspire to that.
I'm focusing on healing lives and teaching people that they can heal - giving them tools to heal.
He can't remeber who he is or where he lives. " "Well that's convenient. " "Not when it rains.
There is a history in all men's lives.
Justice is the insurance which we have on our lives and property. Obedience is the premium which we pay for it.
In the existence of our lives, there are many coincidences that bring people together, but there's only one person that will own your heart forever.
If you are unconscious, unaware, you are living only in the body, the mortal. And a person who lives for the body, in the body, and only for the body, lives in sin.
