This morning, I walked by and thought, “My that pile looks so pretty like that. I should take a picture.”
I could feel the air getting more and more stale, the slow building urgency of the whole town and every resident’s different reaction to the event.
Goals are being met!
Every book I pick up has something in it I need and I never know what it is until I read it.
You can’t catch up with life anyway, you can only pick up where you are!
Nothing makes you happy.
To do anything well takes practice and you must make time to practice, not just shove it where you can.
The divide between rich and poor is not that great. We all have our troubles. We all hurt. We all screw up.
Reading novels reminds me that other people in this world are actually people with their own lives and agendas, their own traumatic childhood or disastrous family.
I got my money’s worth from this one!