Al David Quotes

As a way of getting in touch with my originsevery night I set the alarm clockfor the time I was born so that waking upbecomes a historical reenactment...

As a way of getting in touch with my originsevery night I set the alarm clockfor the time I was born so that waking upbecomes a historical reenactment and the first thing I do

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I was born with my eyes turned inward.

Where they had once ambled alone, they now walked together home.

and suddenly I am washed over by a wave of happiness for it, for my little story, because it is a place, a home even, and I can go back to it from wherever I am

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happy to see me and unhappy to see me at the same time

What this world needs now… more balloons and clowns

For happy are the merciful for they shall, too, know mercy.

They would be a duet. They would be happy. What is happy, anyways?

The commencement of true happiness is the realization that your happiness begins with you.

The peak of happiness is attained when a person has accepted to be what he is.

First seek happiness from within, then you will find it without.

Happiness does not completely depend on comforts or opulence. Even a pauper can be happier than a prince.

All of us are in the manufacturing industry - manufacturing either our own happiness or unhappiness.

There is a good life. The goodnews is that you can live that good life. The good life is the happy life. To live this good life, be happy! A truly happy man is a good man.

Happiness is a journey, not a journey's end.

While I was yearning for happiness I became happy.

There is a river whose streams make glad the city of Love. Along that river is the tree of heaven.

You are the apple of Love’s eye.

Small as a pea. Wider than the sea. This is where you and I came to be.

What are those glorious dots? Those, dear one, are forget-me-nots!

The means to laying up treasure in heaven is by giving to the poor.

Your unconscious mind is trying to figure out how to talk to your conscious.

Young people sometimes use their innocence as an excuse to be unwise.

We all want everything to be okay. We don’t even wish so much for fantastic or marvelous or outstanding. We will happily settle for okay, because most of the time, okay is enough.

Respect flows two ways and can mean as much to the giver as to the one receiving.

If the Times gave readers far more news, then Lippmann at the Trib made the world seem far more understandable.

(I. F. Stone had once called it an exciting paper to read because you never knew on what page you would find a page-one story),

Everyone else was trying to make things more complicated and Cronkite, typically, was trying to make them more simple.

Just as he was slowly bringing order to his own internal life, he would also bring order to his language.

The telephone was a sign of being rushed.

The author writes that the central conflict within journalist and seller of the American way Henry Luce was between his curiosity and his certitude.

he knew, unlike most reporters, how to use pauses and the absence of words as effectively as the words themselves.

If one wants to be loved and return it full score dagger of silence closes the door.

We're not words...we're people. Words are how others define us, but we can define ourselves any way we choose.

Nothing was being done to help the non-dopers, to encourage or support them. Even the clean riders like myself and Moncout knew how easy it was to cheat the tests.

True or not, it's important to have stories ― they are what give us the right to walk the earth and have a name.

What myth can hold when you kneel in your brother’s remains? When you slit his throat yourself? What story can guide us if we can betray all?

There are two conversations going on at the same time: the story and a conversation about how the story is being told.

the lost sense that we play out our lives as part of a greater story

So what’s your story?” Ryan asks.Avery looks up at him, hand still in the water. “My story?”“Yeah. Everybody has at least one.

if you think you can organize your own salvation you are magnifying the very sin that keeps you from it.

In the evenings she got on her knees and inflicted her piety on her sister:

For many years, I searched for this connection outside of myself but always to no avail. It was only when I turned inward did I find this power.

I, like you, was not depraved or defected before birth but created to be magnificent, a wonderful and freeing realization - simple but explosive.

What is the secret of your serenity?” a student asked Sophia “Wholehearted cooperation with the inevitable, ” she replied.

Though this child came in with nothing but excess baby fat, chemical brain waves, and mother and son bodily toxins on his legs, he had a fate fit for a modern day demigod.

Miss, I'd gladly pay you to remove your clothes.