If you have to dry the dishes
(Such an awful boring chore)
If you have to dry the dishes
(‘Stead of going to the store)
If you have to dry the dishes
And you drop one on the floor
Maybe they won’t let you
Dry the dishes anymore
To you who eat a lot of rice because you’re lonely,
To you who sleep a lot because you’re bored,
To you who cry a lot because you are sad, I write this down.
Chew on your feelings that are cornerned like you would chew on rice.
Anyway, life is something that you need to digest.
The place to improve the world is first in one’s own heart and head and hands, and then work outward from there.
What you are is God’s gift to you, what you become is your gift to God.
Please go for your dreams. Whatever your ideals, you can become whatever you want to become.
Constant kindness can accomplish much. As the sun makes ice melt, kindness causes misunderstanding, mistrust, and hostility to evaporate.
Everyone has his own reality in which, if one is not too cautious, timid or frightened, one swims. This is the only reality there is.
If the only prayer you say throughout your life is “Thank You,” then that will be enough.
Don’t be afraid of enemies who attack you. Be afraid of the friends who flatter you.
It’s not about finding ways to avoid God’s judgment and feeling like a failure if you don’t do everything perfectly. It’s about fully experiencing God’s love and letting it perfect you. It’s not about being somebody you are not. It’s about becoming who you really are.
We don’t receive wisdom; we must discover it for ourselves after a journey that no one can take for us or spare us.
When you arise in the moring, think of what a precious privelege it is to be alive– to breathe, to think, to enjoy, to love
Me, I want to bloody kick this moronic bloody world in the bloody teeth over and over till it bloody understands that not hurting people is ten bloody thousand times more bloody important than being right.
All parents damage their children. It cannot be helped. Youth, like pristine glass, absorbs the prints of its handlers. Some parents smudge, others crack, a few shatter childhoods completely into jagged little pieces, beyond repair.
Live life as though nobody is watching, and express yourself as though everyone is listening.
You must learn to take a step back and visualize the whole piece. If you focus only on the thread given to you, you lose sight of what it can become.
The damage was permanent; there would always be scars. But even the angriest scars faded over time until it was difficult to see them written on the skin at all, and the only thing that remained was the memory of how painful it had been.
You can’t do anything about the length of your life, but you can do something about its width and depth.
Accidents happen. Our bones shatter, our skin splits, our hearts break. We burn, we drown, we stay alive.
The doubters said,
“Man can not fly,”
The doers said,
“Maybe, but we’ll try,”
And finally soared
In the morning glow
While non-believers
Watched from below.
If you kin see de light at daybreak, you don’t keer if you die at dusk. It’s so many people never seen de light at all.
To progress in life, I don’t focus on how much I have done but on how much I have yet to do.
The place where you made your stand never mattered. Only that you were there…and still on your feet.
Never let the future disturb you. You will meet it, if you have to, with the same weapons of reason which today arm you against the present.
Stories never really end…even if the books like to pretend they do. Stories always go on. They don’t end on the last page, any more than they begin on the first page.
Courage to me is doing something daring, no matter how afraid, insecure, intimidated, alone, unworthy, incapable, ridiculed or whatever other paralyzing emotion you might feel. Courage is taking action….no matter what. So you’re afraid? Be afraid. Be scared silly to the point you’re trembling and nauseous, but do it anyway!
Be comforted, dear soul! There is always light behind the clouds.
Scars show us where we have been, they do not dictate where we are going.
Not feeling is no replacement for reality. Your problems today are still your problems tomorrow
The power of finding beauty in the humblest things makes home happy and life lovely.
Take courage, my heart: you have been through worse than this. Be strong, saith my heart; I am a soldier; I have seen worse sights than this.
Each suburban wife struggles with it alone. As she made the beds, shopped for groceries, matched slipcover material, ate peanut butter sandwiches with her children, chauffeured Cub Scouts and Brownies, lay beside her husband at night- she was afraid to ask even of herself the silent question– ‘Is this all?
It’s against the rules of humanity to believe there is nothing we can do.
Actually, you can be bad at something…but if you love doing it, that will be enough. – August Boatwright
Were I a Roman Catholic, perhaps I should on this occasion vow to build a chapel to some saint, but as I am not, if I were to vow at all, it should be to build a light-house.
[Letter to his wife, 17 July 1757, after narrowly avoiding a shipwreck; often misquoted as “Lighthouses are more helpful than churches.”]
Self-respect is the root of discipline: The sense of dignity grows
with the ability to say no to oneself.
Grace isn’t a little prayer you chant before receiving a meal. It’s a way to live.
My Dear,
Find what you love and let it kill you. Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness. Let it kill you and let it devour your remains. For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it’s much better to be killed by a lover.
-Falsely yours
Having an eye for beauty isn’t the same thing as a weakness…except possibly when it comes to you.
It was like the beginning of life and laughter. It was the real meaning of the sun
Time weighs down on you like an old, ambiguous dream. You keep on moving, trying to sleep through it. But even if you go to the ends of the earth, you won’t be able to escape it. Still, you have to go there- to the edge of the world. There’s something you can’t do unless you get there.
As we go through life we gradually discover who we are, but the more we discover, the more we lose ourselves.
What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again.
I’m often asked what I think about as I run. Usually the people who ask this have never run long distances themselves. I always ponder the question. What exactly do I think about when I’m running? I don’t have a clue.
I was my own woman.
The next step was to find the proper sort of man.
You can love a person dear to you with a human love, but an enemy can only be loved with divine love.