Some days you must learn a great deal. But you should also have days when you allow what is already in you to swell up and touch everything. If you never let that happen, then you just accumulate facts, and they begin to rattle around inside of you.
The adventure is over. Everything gets over, and nothing is ever enough. Except the part you carry with you. It’s the same as going on a vacation. Some people spend all their time on a vacation taking pictures so that when they get home they can show their friends evidence that they had a good time. They don’t pause to let the vacation enter inside of them and take that home.
Happiness is excitement that has found a settling down place, but there is always a little corner that keeps flapping around.
Before you can be anything, you have to be yourself. That’s the hardest thing to find.
It often takes more courage to be a passenger than a driver.
Silence does for thinking what a suspension bridge does for space — it makes connections.
Often the search proves more profitable than the goal.
Because way down deep they know that civilized people have to preserve rare birds.The eyes are the windows of the soul…. If someone was to look into your eyes, what would you want them to see?
When you hug someone, you learn
else about them. An important something else.
Five minutes of planning are worth fifteen minutes of just looking.
Sometimes we even have to risk making fools of ourselves.
I am convinced that not only do children need children’s books to fine-tune their brains, but our civilization needs them if we are not going to unplug ourselves from our collective past.
Lying in bed just before going to sleep is the worst time for organized thinking; it is the best time for free thinking. Ideas drift like clouds in an undecided breeze, taking first this direction and then that.
Sometimes silence is a habit that hurts?
Indecisiveness wears a person out.
Ninety percent of who you are is invisible.” – Mrs. Zender
I waited for her to catch up, and when I did, she slowed down, and I missed seeing the light in her hair. I never told Nadia how much I liked seeing the halo the sunlight made of her hair. Sometimes silence is a habit that hurts.
Never have a long conversation with anyone who says “between you and I.
How can you know what is missing if you’ve never met it? You must know of something’s existence before you can notice its absence.
There’s something nice and safe about having money.
Secrets are the kind of adventure she needs. Secrets are safe, and they do much to make you different. On the inside where it counts.
Biding one’s time is a very different thing from patience.
I’m not sure that love and like aren’t like cats and dogs: One can’t grow up to be the other, but they can be taught to live under the same roof.
The way I see it, the difference between farmers and suburbanites is the difference in the way we feel about dirt. To them, the earth is something to be respected and preserved, but dirt gets no respect. A farmer likes dirt. Suburbanites like to get rid of it. Dirt is the working layer of earth, and dealing with dirt is as much a part of farm life as dealing with manure. Neither is user-friendly but both are necessary.
