My grandmother started walking five miles a day when she was sixty. She's ninety-seven now, and we don't know where the hell she is.
Worries go down better with soup than without.
Up ahead, I saw someone, a middle-aged lady in a hippie dress, falter and fall.
I have a simple philosophy. Fill what's empty. Empty what's full. And scratch where it itches.
What children take from us, they give?We become people who feel more deeply, question more deeply, hurt more deeply, and love more deeply.
My eyes swam and watered and I literally couldn't breathe through the pain.
There is still a difference between something and nothing, but it is purely geometrical and there is nothing behind the geometry.