Rest is sweet after strife.
I have discovered that sitting still leaves little spaces for the grief to get in, so I stay busy.
If I let a little of the emotion out, all of it will come out, and it will never end.
To me, when someone wrongs you, you both share the burden of that wrongdoing—the pain of it weighs on both of you. Forgiveness, then, means choosing to bear the full weight all by yourself.
Resisting is worth doing.
I know that change is difficult, and comes slowly, and that it is the work of many days strung together in a long line until the origin of them is forgotten.
My mother told me once that we can't survive alone, but even if we could, we wouldn't want to. Without a faction we have no purpose and no reason to live.
I limited myself to introduce a change in my way of thinking and the way I see things. When I look at my child, I do it in a different way then when Im contemplating a chair. They are different. . . the child is a living being, and the chair is an object.
There are two things that are hard to hit and see. That's a spooky ghost and Muhammad Ali.
Eternal suffering awaits anyone who questions god's infinite love.
Sometimes it's better to let people handle their own problems. Sometimes just believing in someone is the best way to stand up for them.