John Quotes
The fight for joy is first and always a fight to see.
These were the tales that echoed in the head long after the books that contained them were cast aside.
The stories in books hate the stories contained in newspapers.
...stories don’t just make us matter to each other—maybe they’re also theonly way to the infinite mattering he’d been after for so long.
...the making of stories is only one part of my craft -mainly, I'm a heart whisperer...
When you shift conversations and explore the greatness of your team members, you're likely to be a person who creates opportunities for their strength to show up on the job.
I thought about the guy in the truck, the focus in his expression, and I felt like I already knew enough of the story to tell it to somebody else maybe better than either of its major players could.
All the courtesies in the world do not cover up the one vital and massive discourtesy.
Ambition distorts even memory itself. John Quincy Adams
We put up a kind of spiritual firewall and make a conscious effort to shut out the headlines, because our (Bible) discussions are meant to be timeless.
Until you've been washed ashore you can't know how all encompassing the sea has become.
By reading older books we get a taste of the conversation of Heaven.
Where you are today is where you're from tomorrow.
...you have changed everything for me- you rearranged the furniture and now you've changed the view from my window!...
...consider yourself a functional character in someone else's novel - a background character - a person on the street - that's the perspective ...
...you've lost perspective? Well, get it back - God alone has the third person point of view in this life ...
In foster care it’s easier to measure what you’ve lost over what you have gained, because it there aren’t many gains in that life and you are a prisoner to someone else’s plans for your life.
We are what we are. If you are different, it's because you are special. Don't let anyone tell you differently.
The humans lack good mirrors. It's so hard for anyone to show us how we look, and so hard for us to show them how we feel.
As Garp put it, 'You only grow by coming to the end of something and by beginning something else.' Even if these so-called endings and beginnings are illusions.
The existence of broccoli does not in any way affect the taste of chocolate.
... this longing inside me that never goes away, must be a poem...must be you ...
...the wind hums low with sweet exultation, sings its lullaby, while you sleep ...
...my dreams are tangled in images of stars and clouds and firelight - we go camping at night - it's my lucid dream of being with you...
...freshly cut Christmas trees smelling of stars and snow and pine resin - inhale deeply and fill your soul with wintry night...
... paint in blue and black...sometimes gray - the colors of night - occasionally I surprise you with a mustard yellow, but then, I am a poet ...
...careful the morning lest it wake from slumber the city half-encumbered by the morning mist ...
...How terrible, those dreams before sleep were—the worse kind, mixing hope with despair...
...at morning, I'm unruffled - I'll sit with my tea and Muse Cat beside me and listen to the soft chime of the grandfather clock...
...if it weren't for you, mornings wouldn't be so comforting - slippers wouldn't scrape through the rooms of my heart...
...my heart is a desolate field over which geese vee, the sky turns and the days lie fallow...
...you can be talented as a wolf is breathtakingly fierce...silver and gray, like smoke in the trees - but what do you do with terrible beauty?...
...I see you as series of gestures, a palette of colors -all these tiny tiles pixelate, and then coalesce... into the idea of you...
...I pluck every day from my sweater or chair, red hairs...strands of significance, traces of you in my life ...
Awareness is about improving social intelligence. If you can’t see, hear, or feel the dynamics of a conversation, you can’t manage them.
all day long, one storm then another—and I take your hands like gentle flowers that blossom into awareness
...the most beautiful things don't always make you happy - often they make you weep...
For very few persons are concerned about the way that leads to heaven, but all are anxious to know, before the time, what passes there.