"I used to think that when people fell in love, they just landed where they landed, and they had no choice in the matter afterward. And maybe that's t"I used to think that when people fell in love, they just landed where they landed, and they had no choice in the matter afterward. And maybe that's true of beginnings, but it's not true of this, now. I fell in love with him. But I don't just stay with him by default as if there's no one else available to me. I stay with him because I choose to, every day that I wake up, every day that we fight or lie to each other or disappoint each other. I choose him over and over again, and he chooses me."
"Sometimes it is nothing more than gritting your teeth through pain, and the work of every day, the slow walk toward a better life."
"Since I was young, I have always known this: Life damages us, every one. We can't escape that damage. But now, I am also learning this: We can be mended. We mend each other."...more
"'He was very nice to me. And I like him so much. He's so wonderful and green..."
"'Can it be true,' said the first leaf, 'can it really be true, that"'He was very nice to me. And I like him so much. He's so wonderful and green..."
"'Can it be true,' said the first leaf, 'can it really be true, that others come to take our places when we're gone and after them still others, and more and more?' 'It is really true,' whispered the second leaf. 'We can't even begin to imagine it, it's beyond our powers.' 'It makes me very sad,' added the first lead. They were silent for a while. Then the first leaf said quietly to herself, 'Why must we fall?'... The second lead asked, 'What happens to us when we have fallen?' 'We sink down...' 'What is under us?' The first leaf answers, 'I don't know, some say one thing, some another, but nobody knows.' The second lead asked, 'Do we feel anything, do we know anything about ourselves when we're down there?' The first leaf answered, 'Who knows? Not one of all those down there has ever come back to tell us about it.' They were silent again. Then the first leaf said tenderly to the other, 'Don't worry so much about it, you're trembling.' 'That's nothing,' the second leaf answered, 'I tremble at the least thing now. I don't feel so sure of my hold as I used to.' (........) She was silent, but went on after a little while, 'Which of us will go first?' 'There's still plenty of time to worry about that,' the other lead assured her. 'Let's remember how beautiful it was, how wonderful, when the sun came out and shone so warmly that we thought we'd burst with life. Do you remember? And the morning dew, and the mild and splendid nights....' (........) 'No, really,' the first lead exclaimed eagerly, 'believe me, you're as lovely as the day you were born. Here and there may be a little yellow spot but it's hardly noticeable and only makes you handsomer, believe me.' 'Thanks,' whispered the second leaf, quite touched. 'I don't believe you, not altogether, but I thank you because you're so kind, you've always been so kind to me. I'm just beginning to understand how kind you are.'"...more
"'There are many ways of doing something. Look for what no one has tried before.'"-Jim Henson
"For the twenty-three year old Jim, while time could neve"'There are many ways of doing something. Look for what no one has tried before.'"-Jim Henson
"For the twenty-three year old Jim, while time could never truly be conquered, it could at least be controlled by slowing down getting away from deadlines from time to time, and savoring the simpler things."
"'The attitude you have as a parent is what your kids will learn from more than what you tell them,' Jim said later. 'They don't remember what you try to teach them. They remember what you *are.*'"
"'Jim believed in the entire world.'"
"'I want to do a children's television show that will stop war,' Jim said cheekily. With that noble directive on the table, said Frith, 'we talked about doing a show...demonstrating how, through misconception, we can create problems that not only shouldn't be there, but can be self-destructive--and how, through harmony, we can achieve strength.'"
"'Something that Him had been observing a lot in life is that we all live within our world, but there are other worlds going on at the same time,' said Jane Henson. 'We really don't know how the ants feel...but we know our world and we kind of think that that's it...'"
"'Have a wonderful time in life, everybody.'"-Jim Henson
"'I feel life has been a joy for me--I certainly hope it is for you...Life is meant to be fun, and joyous, and fulfilling. May each of yours be that....'" -Jim Henson
"'Please watch out for each other and love and forgive everybody. It's a good life, enjoy it.'"- Jim Henson
"'When I was young,' wrote Jim, 'my ambition was to be one of the people who makes a difference in this world. My hope is still to leave this world a little bit better for my being here.'" ...more
"I am enchanted by the Sermon on the Mount. Being merciful, it seems to me, is the only good idea we have received so far."
"I don't imagine things, un"I am enchanted by the Sermon on the Mount. Being merciful, it seems to me, is the only good idea we have received so far."
"I don't imagine things, understand, and I don't do strange things, and I don't write incoherently. It's just that I don't seem to be very nice or useful or enthusiastic anymore."
"'If this isn't good, what is?' He says it often. It's a fine line."
"They don't know how great I am yet. It will take them about six weeks to understand."
"Sometimes the classes go good, sometimes they go lousy. That's show business."
"I received a report recently to the effect that you have been exceptionally blue--and it makes me so God damned sad. Please, buddy-- won't you do things about it? Life could be so great for you."
"I keep thinking that I can't do anything, which is dead wrong."
"Something telepathic has busted between us, and I don't know how to fix it."
"He will not hate. He will not kill. There's hope in that. There's no hope in war."
"We have a saying around here: 'Mark knows what he's doing.' We believe it. We love you. We respect you. We think you will have a wonderful life."
"As Colonel Littauer said to me one time, when I was bitter about being broke: 'Who asked you to be a writer in the first place?'"
"I admire fiction, am amused and excited by the oversimplification of life it represents. I don't want to become a character in fiction myself, however, and I want to get along very well with you. So you can do me an enormous favor by thinking of me as a person afloat in time, as you are, rather than as a character locked into the machinery of a fiction plot, with villains and temptresses and so on. The hell of it is that it is so easy to turn anybody's life into some kind of story we have heard before."
"I told her that what made being alive almost worthwhile for me was all the saints I met almost anywhere, people who were behaving decently in an indecent society. I will tell the audience that I hope some among them will become saints for her child to meet."
"Keep your hat on. We may wind up miles from here."
"Afterward Ella replayed the scene in her mind so many times that, rather than a fragment from the past, it felt like an ongoing moment still happenin"Afterward Ella replayed the scene in her mind so many times that, rather than a fragment from the past, it felt like an ongoing moment still happening somewhere out there in the universe."
"...unable to hold back the sadness that had, without her knowledge, become a part of who she was."
"May love be always with you and you always surrounded with love."
"For despite what some people say, love is not only a sweet feeling bound to come and quickly go away."
"Let us choose one another as companions! Let us sit at each other's feet! Inwardly we have many harmonies--think not That we are only what we see."
"Choose Love, Love! Without the sweet life of Love, living is a burden--as you have seen." -Rumi
"'So you see, don't judge the way other people connect to God,' concluded Shams. 'To each his own way and his own prayer. God does not take us at our word. He looks deep into our hearts. It is not the ceremonies or rituals that make a difference, but whether our hearts are sufficiently pure or not.'"
"I want God to be my friend again."
"Don't you miss your original colors?"
"Did you know that Shams says the world is a huge cauldron and something big is cooking in it? We don't know what yet. Everything we do, feel, or think is an ingredient in that mixture. We need to ask ourselves what we are adding to the cauldron. Are we adding resentments, animosities, anger, and violence? Or are we adding love and harmony?"
"Faith is inly a word if there is no love at its center..."
"Every true love and friendship is a story of unexpected transformation. If we are the same person before and after we have loved, that means we haven't loved enough."...more
**spoiler alert** "She understood that Simon was a disappointed man if he needed, at this age, to tell her he had pitied her for years...but it was th**spoiler alert** "She understood that Simon was a disappointed man if he needed, at this age, to tell her he had pitied her for years...but it was thin milk, this form of nourishment; it could not change that you had wanted to be a concert pianist and ended up a real estate lawyer, that you had married a woman and stayed married to her for thirty years, when she did not ever find you lovely in bed."
"Oh, definitely, there were kind people in the world."
"Each of his sons had been his favorite child."
"She'd been through some things, but never mind. She straightened her back. Other people had been through things, too."
"'All these lives,' she said. 'All the stories we never know.'"
"...still and all, people were compelled to celebrate because they knew somehow, in their different ways, that life was a thing to celebrate."
"A gift, she thought again, placing her mittened hand lightly on his leg, a gift to be able to know someone for so many years."
"People manage, she thinks. It's true. But she takes a deep breath and has to shift her weight on this wooden chair, because it's not true, too."
"...she had the sensation that she had been seen. And she had not even known she'd felt invisible."
"...that love was not to be tossed away carelessly, as if it were a tart on a platter with others that got passed around again. No, if love was available, one chose it, or didn't choose it. And if her platter had been full with the goodness of Henry and she had found it burdensome, had flicked it off crumbs at a time, it was because she had not known what one should know: that day after day was unconsciously squandered."
"And so, if this man next to her now was not a man she would have chosen before this time, what did it matter? He most likely wouldn't have chosen her either. But here they were, and Olive pictures two slices of Swiss cheese pressed together, such holes they brought to this union- what pieces life took out of you."
"It baffles her, the world. She did not want to leave it yet."...more
**spoiler alert** "He imagined that his memoirs might now sound like those of an admirable stranger, a person he did not know but whom he immediately**spoiler alert** "He imagined that his memoirs might now sound like those of an admirable stranger, a person he did not know but whom he immediately recognized and loved dearly."
"...so that I will remain a set of impressions porous and open to combination with all of the other vitreous squares floating about in whoever else's frames, because there is always the space left in reserve for the rest of their own time, and to my great-grandchildren, with more space than tiles, I will be no more than the smoky arrangement of a set of rumors, and to their great-grandchildren I will be no more than a tint of some obscure color, and to their great-grandchildren nothing they ever know about, and so what army of strangers and ghosts has shaped and colored me until back to Adam..."
"...and I didn't feel like I might be hurting a person anymore, which made me sicker."
"And yet, the thought of walking across the room and opening the shades and letting the raw, weak light pour down on them seemed worse, as if the least my father could be granted was that he be allowed to fall apart in the dark."
"It seemed to me that this was a dream of my father's death, a sort of rehearsal for when it really happened, rather than a simple fact of the waking world. It was difficult for me to distinguish the actual from dreaming during that time, because I often had dreams in which my father came into my bedroom to kiss me and cover me up with my blankets, which, restless sleeper that I was, had fallen to the floor. In those dreams, I awoke and, seeing my father, felt an overwhelming sense of how precious he was to me. His having died once, I understood what it would mean to lose him, and now that he had returned I was determined to take better care of him."
"Oh! Another day tucked away and here we are tired and honest and in love and happy as two peas in a pod, two peas in a pod!"
"He lifted his nose from a crate of limes, refreshed and eager to get home to a wife who spoke words out loud as she thought them up and held nothing to whirl and eddy and collect in brackish silences, silences that broke like thin ice beneath you to announce your drowning."
"...you are my heart's delight. Haven't we had a wonderful life together?"
"George awoke for the last time forty-eight hours before he died. He had been unconscious for two days. This was when he understood the situation and needed to tell people things. There was $2,400 in cash hidden in his workbench downstairs. The Simon Willard banjo clock on the wall was worth ten times more than he'd ever told anyone. There was an inscribed first edition of The Scarlet Letter in a safety-deposit box. He loved everyone dearly."
"...he saw no reason to doubt that his shadow dreamed just as he did for the reason that he could imagine himself to be a shadow of something-someone-else and that perhaps even his sleep, his dreams, constituted his duty as a shadow of someone else and perhaps while that someone else dreamed, he was free to live his waking life..."...more