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That summer rain I mean that is so quiet and matter of fact and falls straight down like a curtain. Now
If a summer were a girl, she'd always be lying stretched out in the grass in a long white dress, her arms over her head, her eyes half closed.
I felt myself trapped in line for a ride I was not nearly ready for, looking back but moving forward in the only direction I could go.
As a writer, you should have a sticky soul; the act of continually taking things in should be as much a part of you as your hair color.
If you get a cat because you just loooove cats, you're going to have plenty of days when you hate it because it's acting like a cat.
Sometimes, just when you think you're going to die from pain, rage steps in to save you. There's only so much room in a human heart.
Now, on this road trip, my mind seemed to uncrinkle, to breathe, to present to itself a cure for a disease it had not, until now, known it had.
I understood, that he was right in asking to be cremated. For if he was nowhere, he could be everywhere. As in, with me.
I felt my aloneness like a coat. You think you get used to death in the dying. But after the dying is done, you see how the end is the beginning.
There are moments when we think nature happens just for us, and there are other moments when the ridiculousness of that notion is revealed.
I think people see death as the hunter, but it's just the ticket taker, the timekeeper. It's the sound of a record playing in the background.
I would make an anonymous call and say, this is someone who cares, do you know what kind of children you have?
You feel the call. That's the important thing. Now answer it as fully as you can. Take the risk to let all that is in you, out. Escape into the open.
I think one of the reasons we have children is to believe everything all over again. And I'm not talking Santa, here, either.
I do not believe the loss of a child is something one ever overcomes. One puts on the faces one needs, but inside, one bleeds and bleeds.
I thought of the priest who'd told me that many religions hold that it is easier to be closely connected to people we love after death than before.
I hate banana bread. It's too suspicious-looking. I always thought the cooked banana looked like insect legs.
There are only three kinds of Irishmen who can't understand women. Young men, old men and men of middle age.
I turn off the radio, listen to the quiet. Which has its own, rich sound. Which I knew, but had forgotten. And it is good to remember.
If you say something over and over again, it begins to lose it's meaning ... Say anything enough times and it becomes gibberish.
Who doesn't long for one more time of seeing someone they've loved and lost? And yet what would you say, what would you do, if it were possible?
First of all, I want you to know that I believed in the cause for which I died. No war is won without sacrifice.
I will be so glad for you to hear not the sounds of gunfire but the sounds of church bells, and of people working in peace.
I will come back as a little breeze. You will feel me on your face, and you will know that I am still listening. So you can still talk to me.
You once lay there, the vernix not yet wiped off, and someone gazed at you as if you were the first sunrise seen from the Earth.
Once you start making decisions in which your heart, mind, and soul are congruent, you'll feel it as a kind of lift, if not liftoff.
There I was, waiting, afraid I'd never experience the kind of joy yet to come, but hoping for it just the same.
The truth is, aging can be your realest opportunity to decide how best to live - and the best incentive for getting you to do just that.
Abstracts are real and time is a lie, it cannot be measured when one moment can expand to hold everything.
I think it's a real gift to be able to say that what's in your life is enough. It seems most of us re always wanting more.
When you take the small roads you see the life that goes on there, and this makes your own life larger.
The person with the bleeding finger doesn't hurt less for the person next to him with the bleeding arm.
No one could ever be for me what [he] had been because he had known me when, and that had kept me away from the true reality of my years.
Human beings. They are the ones with the most important job. They are supposed to make what they want out of what they are given.
I believe that the souls of women flatten and anchor themselves in times of adversity, lay in for the stay.
CONTENTS COVER PAGE TITLE PAGE DEDICATION APRIL 1943 VALENTINE'S DAY, 1946 SEPTEMBER 2006 ACKNOWLEDGMENTS ABOUT THE AUTHOR ALSO
This is the way things work sometimes, that good things get ideas from each other, say, well now let's go ahead and let her have it all.
People say you should give until it hurts. I say you should give until it stops hurting. Know what I mean?
There was in it a moment of indignity, nearly comedic - a feeling that I had lost my balance. But I had not.
It feels like some part of me that was curled down and waiting in the dark has risen, and now stands stretching and strong in the sunshine. I knew it.
One thing I have always been is too short. It's adorable when you're in junior high. After that, it's a pain in the ass for the rest of your life.
How important things had become, now that they were gone! I felt a sudden panic that I would soon forget everything.
A human being writes the book, but what writes for him or her is more spirit than physical being, and that spirit lives only in solitude.
I cried until my eyes swelled shut, and then I slept, a black, dreamless sleep from which I awoke amazingly refreshed, at least until I remembered.
My mother lost too much and repaired herself in the only way she was able to repair herself. That in fact she is repairing herself, hour by hour.
Every day, Helen thought, so many people tap the bull on the shoulder and say, Excuse me. I'm just going to grab your horns.
...(we) laughed. It was so good to laugh. I felt as though I too were reentering my legitimate self.
*We give so little when it's in us always to give so much more.
It's bothering to listen with an open heart to someone who smells bad. It's hard.
It's bothering to listen with an open heart to someone who smells bad. It's hard.
Do you guys ever think about how Hitler has affected the whole world? That just one man did all this? I mean, what if he had been a good man, instead?