We don't see what we could be. We should be looking at our potential, stretching ourselves into everything we can become.

but then she did. she died. no more visits, no more phone calls. And without even realizing it, I began to drift, as if my roots had been pulled, as if I were floating down some side branch of a river.

As children grow, they gravitate to their fates.

Courage is confused with picking up arms and cowardness is confused with laying them down.

I seem to have very few casual readers, only passionate and appreciative ones.

We don't see what we could be. We should be looking at our potential, stretching ourselves into everything we can become.

You know what really offers you satisfaction? Offering others what you have to give.