Thought itself needs words. It runs on them like a long wire. And if it loses the habit of words, little by little it becomes shapeless, somber.
To believe in God is to know that all the rules will be fair, and that there will be wonderful surprises.
It so difficult to know what the people we love really need.
Nature is honest, we aren't; we embalm our dead.
Behind everything we feel, there is always a sense of fear.
Every tiny part of us cries out against the idea of dying, and hopes to live forever.