A weathered skeleton in windy fields of memory, piercing like a knife.
I'm inspired by people who keep on rolling, no matter their age.
Grief is like the wake behind a boat. It starts out as a huge wave that follows close behind you and is big enough to swamp and drown you if you suddenly stop moving forward. But if you do keep moving, the big wake will eventually dissipate. And after a long time, the waters of your life get calm again, and that is when the memories of those who have left begin to shine as bright and as enduring as the stars above.
I have always looked at life as a voyage, mostly wonderful, sometimes frightening. In my family and friends I have discovered treasure more valuable than gold.
It's those changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes nothing remains quite the same. With all of our running and all of our cunning, if we couldn't laugh, we would all go insane.
Sail the main course in a simple sturdy craft. Keep her well stocked with short stories and long laughs. Go fast enough to get there but slow enough to see. Moderation seems to be the key.
If there’s a heaven for me, I’m sure it has a beach attached.
I'll never forget what it was like to hold my wife and children again, to know that I was home, to know that I had managed to survive.
The rest of the world laughed at American gymnastics before I came.
After being in Harry Potter, I believe a bit more in magic than I did before.
I just don't see anybody that's particularly interested in fixing that.