Even stone can be worn down with enough rain.

Perhaps it seems odd that a casual meeting on the street could have brought about such change. But sometimes life is like that isn't it

I went back to those graves not long afterward and found as I stood there that sadness was a very heavy thing. My body weighed twice what it had only a moment earlier, as if those graves were pulling me down toward them.

You know, the men go to tea houses with the expectation that they will have a nice quiet evening and not read about it the next morning in the newspaper.

My tears simply broke through the fragile wallthat had held them, and with a terrible feeling of shame, I laid my head upon the table and let them drain out of me.

Sometimes," he sighed, "I think the things I remember are more real than the things I see.

When we fight upstream against a rocky undercurrent, every foothold takes on a kind of urgency.