The two most important days in your life are the day you are born and the day you find out why.
Mark TwainStichwörter: life day true born birth important reasons-why
As we walk back, it feels like the city is engulfing us. Adrenalin still pours through our veins. Sparks flow through to our fingers. We've still been running in the mornings, but the city's different then. It's filled with hope and with bristles of winter sunshine. In the evening, it's like it dies, waiting to be born again the next morning.
Markus ZusakStichwörter: hope morning born running sunshine city sparks evening walk fingers dies
... we sat back and let the moon shine itself all over her, and we saw that Tia was full of light. Billy said that when we die the darkness leaves us.
'We're pure and perfect then,' he said, 'the way we are when we're born.
Stichwörter: moon darkness light die perfect born pure
Emma says after I was born I cried for days. She said I'd never shut up which is funny really because Dad says I never shut up now so maybe that's what happens, you get born and act the same your whole life.
Steven HerrickStichwörter: life born cried act-the-same
I tell him everything as we walk. Maybe so he won't be disappointed being born into a place like this.
Steven HerrickStichwörter: disappointed born a-place-like-this tell-him-everything
Open your mind to the infinite possibilities that exist for you. Born through your dreams, crystallised into form by your desires, given impetus by your expectations, then made real through your beliefs.
Steven RedheadStichwörter: belief dreams mind desires born expectations beliefs exist
Full many a flower is born to blush unseen and waste its sweetness on the desert air.
Paul HoffmanStichwörter: life god die quote unseen born waste desert blush sweetness tomas flower paul last four air see left hand frase redeemer cale hoffman
All who are born are always dying.
Mitch AlbomStichwörter: living born dying
Love is what we are born with. Fear is what we learn.
Marianne WilliamsonStichwörter: fear love learning born
There is a fragrance in the air, a certain passage of a song, an old photograph falling out from the pages of a book, the sound of somebody's voice in the hall that makes your heart leap and fills your eyes with tears. Who can say when or how it will be that something easters up out of the dimness to remind us of a time before we were born and after we will die?
Frederick BuechnerStichwörter: fragrance song born voice photograph easter dimness
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