#from

A SMALL PIECE OF TRUTH I do not carry a sickle or scythe. I only wear a hooded black robe when it's cold. And I don't have those skull-like facial features you seem to enjoy pinning on me from a distance. You want to know what I truly look like? I'll help you out. Find yourself a mirror while I continue. ↗

— Markus Zusak

#spoken-from-the-main-character #death

We have been created as recipients. I look at the stars, at the grass, at my fat-faced children, at my fingernails, and I am oppressed by gratitude I have been given a belly so that I might hunger. I have been given hunger so that I might be fed. I look in the atheist's mirror. I look at his faith in the nonexistence of meaning. I look at his preaching and painting. I see nothing but a shit-storm. Why would I walk through that door? Why would I live in your novel? ↗

— N.D. Wilson

#faith

At That Moment, it seemed the whole world cared what happened to him. All those people were hugging him and petting his hair. Everybody asked if he was okay. It seemed that moment would last forever. That you had to risk your life to get love. You had to get right to the edge of death to ever be saved. ↗

— Chuck Palahniuk

#death

sixty years old and lives for the 3 f's--friends, family, and France. ↗

— Jamie Ivey

#from #pale #rosé #family

This book is long over-due. It’s a “Manhood Manual” making a clarion call for all men to transcend every trial, tribulation, or past hurt, and take their rightful place as the head of every household. This is a blue print for becoming what every wife desires and son will emulate—a man who’s strong as steel and smooth as velvet. ↗

— Dr. Walt Kasmir

#from-the-hands-of-delilah #love-hurts #mo-stegall #relationships #family

...another family story is forges, one that father and son will laugh about for decades. This is how a legacey is built. One memory at a time. ↗

— Mitch Albom

#faith

the world produces more than enough food for all of us to thrive. ↗

— Francis Lappe

#food

Once I could see Mom for who she was, and not the mother she had failed to be, I'd be able to forgive her. She was her own person, not just my mother, and it was this person I was forging a relationship with. ↗

— Rachel Sontag

#forgiveness

Man always kills the thing he loves, and so we the pioneers have killed our wilderness. Some say we had to. Be that as it may, I am glad I shall never be young without wild country to be young in. Of what avail are forty freedoms without a blank spot on the map? ↗

— Aldo Leopold

#freedom

‎"-that the horrific struggle to establish a human self results in a self whose humanity is inseparable from that horrific struggle. That our endless and impossible journey toward home is in fact our home. ↗

— David Foster Wallace

#home