Taffy. He thinks about taffy. He thinks it would take his teeth out now, but he would eat it anyhow, if it meant eating it with her.
Taffy. He thinks about taffy. He thinks it would take his teeth out now, but he would eat it anyhow, if it meant eating it with her.
That's because no one is born with anger. And when we die, the soul is freed from it. But now, here, in order to move on, you must understand why you felt what you did, and why you no longer feel it.
That's what heaven is. You get to make sense of your yesterdays
There is no fair in life and death. If it were, no good men would die young.
We move through places every day that would never have been if not for those who came before us. Our workplaces, where we spend so much time--we often think they began with our arrival. That's not true.
With Marguerite, he wanted only time-more and more time-and he was granted it, nighttimes and daytimes and nighttimes again.
You say you should have died instead of me. But during my time on earth, people died instead of me, too. It happens every day. When lightning strikes a minute after you are gone, or an airplane crashes that you might have been on. When your colleague falls ill and you do not. We think such things are random. But there is a balance to it all. One withers, another grows. Birth and death are part of a whole.
His father, who for years had refused to speak to Eddie, now lacked the strength to even try. He watched his son with heavy-lidded eyes. Eddie, after struggling to find even one sentence to say, did the only thing he could think of to do: He held up his hands and showed his father his grease-stained fingertips.
Strangers are just family you haven't meet yet.
How do people choose their final words? Do they realize their gravity? Are they fated to be wise?
I took my orders, too. But if i couldn't keep you alive, I thought I could at least keep you together. In the middle of a big war, you go looking for a small idea to believe in. When you find one, you hold it the way a soldier holds his crucifix when he's praying in a foxhole.
Instead, he did what we all do. He went about his dull routine as if all the days in the world were still to come.
It's the thinking that gets you killed.
Lost love is still love. It takes a different form, that's all.
No one gets left behind, remember?
All parents damage their children. This was their life together. Neglect. Violence. Silence.
No story sits by itself, Sometimes stories meet at corners and sometimes they cover one another completely, like stones beneath a river.
But love takes many forms, and it is not the same for any man and woman. What people find then is a certain love.
No, Edward. You are here so I can teach you something. All the people you meet here have one thing to teach you.
But our eyes are different, what you see ain't what I see.
Sacrifice is a part of life. It's supposed to be. It's not something to regret. It's something to aspire to. Little sacrifices. Big sacrifices. A mother works so her son can go to school. A daughter moves home to take care of her sick father.
Courage is confused with picking up arms and cowardness is confused with laying them down.
Sacrififice is a part of life. It's supposed to be. It's not something to regret. It's something to aspire to.
Dying? Not the end of everything. We think it is. But what happens on earth is only the beginning.
Scenery without solace is meaningless.
Every life has one true love snapshot.
Silence is worse when you know it won't be broken.
Fairness doesn't govern life and death. If it did, no good person would ever die young.
Silence was his escape, but silence is rarely a refuge.
Heaven can be found in the most unlikely corners.
Sometimes you have to do things when sad things happen.
Hello, Edward. I've been waiting for you.
Strangers are family you haven't recognize yet
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