You show me what someone listens to, I’ll tell you everything you want to know about his soul. (For instance, a bunch of Nickelback albums would have indicated he never had a soul in the first place.)
When it falls on your head, then you are knowing it is a rock.
Remember that each light between sunrise and sunset is worth dying for at least once.
We are none of us promised anything but the last breath we take.
You have to go down before you can come out — that’s how these things always work.
Ah? A small aversion to menial labor?" The doctor cocked an eyebrow. "Understandable, but misplaced. One should treasure those hum-drum tasks that keep the body occupied but leave the mind and heart unfettered.