People often say that when couples are married for a long time, they start to look alike. I don't believe that. But I do believe their sentences start to look alike.
When it comes to true dance, it's not about how you look, it's all about the joy you feel.
The terrorists-those nineteen people, with hundreds or maybe thousands behind them-did the worst thing you can possibly imagine. But tens of millions people did the right thing...On 9/11, all the hatred and murder could not compare with the weight of love, of bravery, of caring.
For the Jesus Revolutionaries, the answer was clear: Jesus would not be out waging "preventative" wars. Jesus would not be withholding medicine from people who could not afford it. Jesus would not cast stones at people of races, sexual orientatons, or genders other than His own. Jesus would not condone the failing, viperous, scandalplagued hierarchy of some churches. Jesus would welcome everyone to his his table. He would love them, and he would find peace.
Life goes on is a redundancy. Life is defined by its going on.
It's one thing to fall in love. It's another to feel someone else fall in love with you, and to feel a responsibility toward that love.
I have taken advantage of other people's weaknesses in order to cover my own.
We pencil-sketch our previous life so we can contrast it to the technicolor of the moment.
Let’s always love each other, and never be in love with each other.
Getting what you want is just as difficult as not getting what you want. Because then you have to figure out what to do with it instead of figuring out what to do without it.
I never know what you really want, if I can give it to you, or if I’m already too late.
Most people, I've noticed, are instinctively harsh to strangers. They expect every approach to be an attack, every question to be an interruption.
But the thing about a cry for help is that someone else needs to be around to hear it.
A photograph it a souvenir of a memory. It is not a moment. It is the looking at the photograph that becomes the moment. Your own moment.
I am always amazed by people who know something is wrong but still insist on ignoring it, as if that will somehow make it go away. They spare themselves the confrontation, but end up boiling in resentment anyway.
And once again I think about how people use the devil as an alias for the things they fear. The cause and effect is backward. The devil doesn't make anyone do anything. People just do things and blame the devil after.
I don't even know what I'm looking for, although I hope I'll know it if I find it along the way. Sometimes I want to simplify my life into a simple bare thing. And other times I want to complicate it so thoroughly that everything I touch will become bound in some way to me. I've become quite aware of my contradictions, but there's no true resolution in that.
It's only in the finer points that it gets complicated and contentious, the inability to realize that no matter what our religion or gender or race or geographic background, we all have about 98 percent in common with each other.... For whatever reason, we like to focus on the 2 percent that's different, and most of the conflict in the world comes from that.
The way you argued with me, you would have thought that we were debating the existence of God or whether or not we should move in together. These kinds of fights can never be won – even if you’re the victor, you’ve hurt the other person, and there has to be some loss associated with that.
People are always separable.
Making love without noise is like playing a muted piano-fine for practice, but you cheat yourself out of hearing the glorious results.
This is my life, I think. I am an accumulation of objects.
But death is not freedom. For a moment, it can look like freedom. But then it's death. Anything. Something. Nothing.
I never have people tell me their stories. I usually have to figure them out myself. Because I know that if people tell me stories, they will expect them to be remembered. And I cannot guarantee that. There is no way to know if the stories stay after I'm gone. And how devastating would it be to confide in someone and have the confidence disappear? I don't want to be responsible for that.
Yes, time can be buoyed by wordlessness, but it needs to be anchored in words.
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