Whatever I learned,Whatever I knew,Seems like those faded years of childhood that flew,Away in some dilemma,Always in some confusion,The purpose of this life,Seems like an illusion!...
Hurt is a part of life. To be honest, I think hurt is a part of happiness, that our definition of happiness has gotten very narrow lately, very nervous, a little afraid of this brawling, fabulous, unpredictable world....
It is our wounds that create in us a desire to reach for miracles. The fulfillment of such miracles depends on whether we let our wounds pull us down or lift us up towards our dreams....
Dante laughed. “No cold soup, no goat cheese. I’ll make a mental note. And no Gottfried Curse.””And for you it’s no food at all. No sleep. And no tunnels.””I’m low maintenance.””Is that what you are? Because I’ve been trying to figure...