I looked out again at the rising moon and I let the weight of my day, my week, lift away with the rushing wind as I was blown into the depths of myself.

Parenting is a sacred responsibility with the sobering reality, of raising scholars or scars.

I wander cowboy sidewalks of wood, wearing a too-small hat, filled with remorse for the many lives I failed to lead.

I would think of certain winter nights when he wedged himself between Nona and me in bed, a furtive warmth embedded in his skin already tinctured with virginal earth and milk and possibility, or how...

we were made to be like this; filled with ashes and feels, burning down to what we dont want to be and what we dont want to see. sins? they are just a choice.

It’s just nice to reflect sometimes and remember the things and people that are making a huge impact at any given moment.

O Lord my God, revive my soul!

We must make time to reflect on life.Someday this life will be gone.

Maybe every once in a while we can take a break from doing everything faster and quicker to reflect on who we are and where we are going.

He thought about his long life and gave thanks for all the bounty and joy that he had been given. To want more, to wish for yet more, he knew, would be petty. He sighed...

We look back on our life as a thing of broken pieces, because our mistakes and failures are always the first to strike us, and outweigh in our imagination what we have accomplished and attained.

To stay young, To save the world, Break the mirror.

When you look at the mirror, the person you see will be determined by thevision you have, your boldness and the risk you are prepared to take. It is as simple as that.

The last thought on your mind before you sleep is like a mirror showing you the reflection of who you are! No matter what you pretend to be all-day long, that one last thought is...

Genius is the ability to push one’s limits beyond the limits each time, every endeavour.

Brave words. Easy to write when one was young and death was still skulking over a distant hill somewhere… – Pg. 82