Love is a fabric which never fades, no matter how often it is washed in the water of adversity and grief.
Robert FulghumOne of the very few reasons I had any respect for my mother when I was thirteen was because she would reach into the sink with her bare hands - bare hands - and pick up that lethal gunk and drop it into the garbage. To top that, I saw her reach into the wet garbage bag and fish around in there looking for a lost teaspoon. Bare hands - a kind of mad courage.
Robert FulghumEvery person passing through this life will unknowingly leave something and take something away. Most of this โsomethingโ cannot be seen or heard or numbered or scientifically detected or counted. Itโs what we leave in the minds of other people and what they leave in ours. Memory. The census doesnโt count it. Nothing counts without it.
Robert Fulghum