Finding the hidden dimensions of your life is the way to fulfill your deepest hunger.
It's scary being loved. Because life is complicated and all too often it throws you off balance by sending you the right person at the wrong time.
The best evidence that time travel is impossible is the fact that we haven't been invaded by hordes of tourists from the future.
Nothing stays the same it all gets crushed. It all gets broken. It all passes with time. Only the moment you're in has any meaning. " "There are things that stand the test of time, there are things that last. Like love. " "Love theres nothing more fragile or ephereal. Love is like fire on a rainy day: you've got to spend all your time protecting it, feeding it, tending it because if you don't it goes out. " "There are some loves that last. " "No, what lasts is the pain that comes after love.
It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. What scares you, is not your weaknesses, but your strengths.
You'll stop hurting when you stop hoping.
She needs someone who will be everything for her: her friend, her boyfriend, her confidant, her lover and sometimes even her enemy.
One day" she told them, "when you have retired, you will go to live with a family who will love you for your beauty and nothing more, and if you're very lucky there will be children, and the children will pet you and pet you and pet you. Ossin has a list, I think, of such children; he sends his hunting-staff out during the months they are not needed for that work, to look for them, and add names to the list. " The fleethounds stared back at her with their enormous dark liquid eyes, and believed every word.
. . . for we are all amateurs at life, but if we do not focus too much on our mistakes, a miraculous picture emerges. And we learn that it's not the beauty of the image that warrants our gratitude--it's the chance to paint.
It may be difficult to understand why a test comes our way, but we must never forget that the test is accomplishing refining and purification.
It cannot be doubted that theistic belief is a comfort and a solace to those who hold it, and that the loss of it is a very painful loss. It cannot be doubted, at least, by many of us in this generation, who either profess it now, or received it in our childhood and have parted from it since with such searching trouble as only cradle-faiths can cause. We have seen the spring sun shine out of an empty heaven, to light up a soulless earth; we have felt with utter loneliness that the Great Companion is dead.