Perhaps pain is like a name, made to sing just for you.

Learn to get in touch with the silence within yourself, and know that everything in life has purpose. There are no mistakes, no coincidences, all

Caroline’ represents the handful of women I’ve met in my life that I would put genuine effort in.

And the Grinch, with his Grinch-feet ice cold in the snow, stood puzzling and puzzling, how could it be so? It came without ribbons. It came without tags. It came without packages, boxes or bags. And he puzzled and puzzled ’till his puzzler was sore. Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn’t before. What if Christmas, he thought, doesn’t come from a store. What if Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more.

Remember, life is precious and is not to be wasted.

Good Morning! Everything that God allows to come our way is always with a purpose. He uses even the greatest error and deepest pain to mold us into a better person.

God uses broken things beautifully; broken clouds pour rain, broken soil sets as fields, broken crop yield seeds, broken seeds give life to new plants.

He has learned that silence means the absolute balance of the body, spirit and soul. The man who preserves his unity will never be dominated

Only a life lived for others is a life worthwhile.

anything,
compared to the people,
is a foundation worth
searching for.

anything.

Nothing matters and we know nothing matters and that matters…

having nothing to struggle
against
they have nothing to struggle
for.

Without literature, life is hell.

Mothers consider their sons as the biggest creations and the source of light in their lives.

The problem is that there is more enthusiasm for finding closure than for finding meaning.

The purpose of life is a life of purpose.

I want to live for something, for someone…

What do you mean? You fought?

Twinkie: Do you know what ‘D.K.’ means?
Shawn Boswell: Donkey Kong?

May the Lord make you the man that you were meant to be! Have an amazing morning!

Gabrielle: I need to ask you a question.
Manuel: Of course.
Gabrielle: Why did you leave us? I’m just trying to understand why you would just go like that.
Manuel: Okay. Because one day, I looked at your mother and you, and realized you both didn’t mean anything to me anymore. I know it’s hard to understand. But I wasted time being with you and her. And she f**king dies and leaves me with you, who I never wanted. Any more questions? You don’t need to come back.

There’s nothing to mourn about death any more than there is to mourn about the growing of a flower. What is terrible is not death but the lives people live or don’t live up until their death. They don’t honor their own lives, they piss on their lives. They shit them away. Dumb fuckers. They concentrate too much on fucking, movies, money, family, fucking. Their minds are full of cotton. They swallow God without thinking, they swallow country without thinking. Soon they forget how to think, they let others think for them. Their brains are stuffed with cotton. They look ugly, they talk ugly, they walk ugly. Play them the great music of the centuries and they can’t hear it. Most people’s deaths are a sham. There’s nothing left to die.

Humans, as attractive and awesomely created as they are, tend to believe that events occur in their lives randomly, with little or no meaning. They often overlook the obvious, that God is in control.

I love you because you have taught me the true meaning of love.

You’re like a dictionary, you add meaning to my life.

Take my hand, my love, and my soul because they were meant for you.

Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath.

Beginnings are usually scary and endings are usually sad, but it’s everything in between that makes it all worth living.

It was the central moment of Alaska’s life. When she cried and told me that she fucked everything up, I knew what she meant now. And when she said she failed everyone, I know whom she meant. It was the everything and the everyone of her life.

I don’t think that the spoken words solve everything. Sometimes silence delivers truer feelings while the words can distort the meaning in some situations.

Silence is better than unmeaning words.

Starting over doesn’t mean that you are giving up.

It was like the beginning of life and laughter. It was the real meaning of the sun.

If you are asked to achieve an ending somehow, this also means that you are receiving an order to begin anew; a new beginning is always possible – who should refuse it?

Because you’re not accepted doesn’t necessarily mean you’re a genius. Maybe you just write badly.

Yes, I know what you mean about writing and writers. We seem to have lost the target. Writers seem to write to be known as writers. They don’t write because something is driving them toward the edge. I look back at when Pound, T. S. Eliot, e. e. Cummings, Jeffers, Auden, Spender were about. Their work cracked right through the paper, set it on fire. Poems became events, explosions. There was a high excitement. Now, for decades there has seemed to be this lull, almost a practiced lull, as if dullness indicated genius. And if a new talent came along it was only a flash, a few poems, a thin book and then he or she was sanded down, ingested into the quiet nothingness. Talent without durability is a god damned crime. It means they went to the soft trap, it means they believed the praise, it means they settled short. A writer is not a writer because he has written some books. A writer is not a writer because he teaches literature. A writer is only a writer if he can write now, tonight, this minute. We have too many x-writers who type. Books fall from my hand to the floor. They are total crap. I think we have just blown away half a century to the stinking winds.

God made your life to matter. You are not an accident, you have a significant purpose.

The strong manly ones in life are those who understand the meaning of the word patience.

There is something beautiful about a blank canvas, the nothingness of the beginning that is so simple and breathtakingly pure. It’s the paint that changes its meaning and the hand that creates the story. Every piece begins the same, but in the end they are all uniquely different.

Shut up…if I really am a witch, then what are you? Do you think you can do this to me without any consequences? Shut up. I hate you. I really hate you. You should just die.

What do you mean? Hatori-kun, how could you say that? I don’t believe it! Look at how blue the sky is! Look at that water sparkle! Everyone is laughing and having a good time…so it can’t be true, Hatori-kun, this idea that you and happiness don’t belong together! It can’t be true! I won’t believe it! I won’t believe in anything!

“A bore”…? “I” am “a bore.” That’s exactly it. My favorite color, my favorite place…I don’t even know where to start. That’s never been part of the equation. I spent so long trying to be what they expected of me, but was abandoned all the same. Leaving me with nothing but this empty-shell self. A meaningless existence.

Ah…I’ve been meaning to ask, Mayu…is it true you broke up with Shigure-san?

So, what are you saying? You mean if your wife wasn’t controlling you, you wouldn’t be a villain? You mean you’ve never thought it’s just because you’re incompetent? And what’s that supposed to mean anyway?

Everything is sort of built in a way that to me suggests intelligent design. But at the same time, there’s a lot of things in life where you say to yourself, well, if this is God’s plan, it’s very peculiar. And you have to wonder about that guy’s personality, the big guy’s personality.

It’s incredible to realize that what we do each day has meaning in the big picture of God’s plan.

The one supreme business of life is to find God’s plan for your life and live it.

But here’s the thing: The something new, it isn’t necessarily bad. In fact, in some ways, maybe it’s better.

May God mold you into the woman that you were meant to be! Have a great morning!

Insomnia is just another word for chit chat with the demons during bedtime.

‘You are a terror, aren’t you? Leave this yard alone. I know just where everything is in it, and I won’t be able to find the things I need for my transport spells if you tidy them up.’
So there was probably a bundle of souls or a box of chewed hearts somewhere out here, Sophie thought. She felt really thwarted. ‘Tidying up is what I’m here for!’ she shouted at Howl.
‘Then you must think of a new meaning for your life,’ Howl said.

Gratitude makes sense of our past, brings peace for today, and creates a vision for tomorrow.

There is no such thing as closure, and it wouldn’t be worth having if it were available, because all it would mean is that something that was quite an important part of you had gone numb.

Deep down within all of us is a longing to work out what life is all about and what we’re meant to be doing.