I put things down on sheets of paper and stuff them in my pockets. When I have enough, I have a book.
Energy can't be destroyed, only converted into something different. So when a person dies, where does that energy go?
All I know is that I carried you for nine months. I fed you, I clothed you, I paid for your college education. Friending me on Facebook seems like a small thing to ask in return.
It seems to me that no matter what religion you subscribe to, acts of kindness are the stepping-stones to making the world a better place--because we become better people in it.
The wolves knew when it was time to stop looking for what they'd lost, to focus instead on what was yet to come.
Seeing her sitting there unresponsive makes me realize that silence has a sound.
How could you go about choosing something that would hold the half of your heart you had to bury?
King Drowden has given his men instructions to infiltrate the town, bribe townspeople for the secrets of their neighbors, steal the neighbors’ hidden treasures. Much more subtle than Drowden’s usual smash and burn technique. We do hope Drowden isn’t growing a brain.
The purpose of life is to bring forth goodness. Now, in this life.
With Shakespeare, if you're not going to do the iambic pentameter, do some other play.
Find out just what any people will quietly submit to and you have the exact measure of the injustice and wrong which will be imposed on them.