Happiness is the compass of human soul. If we feel nothing, it means we are lost.
A fool holding his own in a debate is sure sign that the topic drifted into meta-physical waters.
Before you shoot the messenger, it helps to get the message first.
The death takes a moment and life lasts forever. Why spend eternity worried about a singularity?
The dull people don't write interesting books. But they sure as hell can write them thick and fast.
Good “and” evil,” Nick said. “Yin and yang. Male and female. Life and death. The dualities that make us human. As though our lives play out on an immense balance scale—move one way, the scale tips to the left, but move the other, and it swings around to the right.
It seems you can’t go anywhere today without seeing some popular culture rendition of Vampyres. I went into a bookstore a few weeks ago and there was an entire section devoted to Teenage Paranormal Romance. Can you imagine?
The unredeemed Spirits and their followers, their works, and all their doings---be their unrelenting enemy and try throughout your life to command them and never to serve them.
There is nothing more needy of criticism and worthless than general disinterest. He who does not journey does not return. He who does not have foreign experiences does not know how to organize his time and energies at home. The stay-at-home is like an archer painted on the wall: shooting .....
Do the right thing, put up with unfairness, selfishness, stay true to yourself...one day it all works out.
There wasn't any point in dwelling in the pain of the past, not when the future could hold suck pleasure.
When a man is a mystery to himself you can hardly call him mysterious.
Now I saw this categorizing of my freezer food as a sign of the true chaos in my head.
It was the very moment when I thought, At last, she is going to stay, but in fact it was her Good-Bye.
I saw that vigil now as necessary, a prerequisite for my insides to harden & cure just like the willow of a cricket bat must cure to be ready for a lifetime of knocks.
I realized that my father's absence is our slippers. In order to start to get rid of your slippers, you have to admit they are yours, and if you do, then they will get rid of themselves.
You had to exert yourself to see this world. But if you did, if you had that kind of curiosity, if you had an innate interest in the welfare of your fellow human beings, and if you went through that door, a strange thing happened: you left your petty troubles .....
Yesterday misspent can't be recall'd Vanity makes beauty contemptible Wisdom is more valuable than riches.
I'm ashamed of our human capacity to hurt and maim one another, to desecrate the body. Yet it allows me to see the cabalistic harmony of heart peeking out behind lung, of liver and spleen consulting each other under the dome of the diaphragm -- these things leave me speechless.
A rich man's faults are covered with Money, but a surgeon's faults are covered with Earth.
As a child I'd longed for Thomas Stone or at least the idea of him. So many mornings I waited for him at the gates of Missing. I saw that vigil now as necessary, a prerequisite for my insides to harden and cure just like the willow of a cricket .....
It seems we humans never learn. And so we relearn the lesson every generation & then want to write epistles. We proselytize to our friends & shake them by the shoulders and tell them, Seize the day! What matters is THIS moment!
...I'd become aware of human complexity--that's a kinder word than “Deceit”.
What a journey...what a day...what madness, so much worse than tragic! What to do except dance, dance, only dance...
My VIP patients often regret so many things on their deathbeds. They regret the bitterness they'll leave in people's hearts. They realize the no money, no church service, no eulogy, no funeral procession no matter how elaborate, can remove the legacy of a mean spirit.
When I wake to the gift of yet another sunrise my first thought is to rouse him and say, I owe you the sight of morning.
When he recalls it in later years, he will wonder if he is distorting it, embellis-hing it, because each time he consciously recalls her, that forms a new memory, a new imprint to be stacked on top of the previous one. He fears that too much hand-ling will make it .....
There is a point when grief exceeds the human capacity to emote, and as a result one is strangely composed.
All possibilities resided within me, and they required me to be here. If I left, what would be left of me?
What we are fighting isn't godlessness--this is the most godly country on earth. We aren't even fighting disease. Its poverty. Money for food, medicines... that helps. When we cannot cure or save a life, our patients can at least feel cared for. It should be a basic human right.