I'm so picky. People hate going to the movies with me.
He was the Grand Marshall of our Everyday Parade
if you learn to hate one or two persons. . . you'll soon hate millions of people.
Live today. Not yesterday. Not tomorrow. Just today. Inhabit your moments. Don't rent them out to tomorrow.
Peace and harmony do not require perfection. Thank goodness for that—because life so often seems to be an itch here, a glitch there, a mess waiting to happen. Harmony is flexible. It bends with imperfection. So should you.
How much better might human communication be if words were as precious as diamonds? If each of us were allotted only 100 words per day?
A mockingbird has moved into our neighborhood. It perches atop a telephone pole behind our backyard. Every morning it is the first thing I hear. It is impossible to be unhappy when listening to a mockingbird. So stuffed with songs it is, it can't seem to make up it's mind which to sing first, so it sings them all, a dozen different songs at once, in a dozen different voices. On and on it sings without a pause, so peppy, even frantic, as if its voice alone is keeping the world awake.
But it was sure a privilege to love him, huh?" I nodded into his shirt. "Gives you an idea how I feel about you," he said. My old man. He always knew just what to say.
Orchid hunting is a mortal occupation.
If you meditate you will change in ways that I cannot understand. But that is neither here nor there.
Nothing I've ever done has given me more joys and rewards than being a father to my children.