How Sad It Is That We Give

It's Not The Honors And The Prizes And The Fancy Outsides Of Life Which Ultimately Nourish Our Souls. It's The Knowing That We Can Be Trusted, That We Never Have To Fear The Truth, That The Bedrock Of Our Very Being Is Good Stuff.

It's Our Insides That Make Us Who We Are, That Allow Us To Dream And Wonder And Feel For Others. That's What's Essential. That's What Will Always Make The Biggest Difference In Our World.

I Don't Want To Eat Anything That Has A Mother

There's A World Of Difference Between Insisting On Someone's Doing Something And Establishing An Atmosphere In Which That Person Can Grow Into Wanting To Do It.

Part Of The Problem With The Word 'disabilities' Is That It Immediately Suggests An Inability To See Or Hear Or Walk Or Do Other Things That Many Of Us Take For Granted. But What Of People Who Can't Feel? Or Talk About Their Feelings? Or Manage Their Feelings In Constructive Ways? What Of People Who Aren't Able To Form Close And Strong Relationships? And People Who Cannot Find Fulfillment In Their Lives, Or Those Who Have Lost Hope, Who Live In Disappointment And Bitterness And Find In Life No Joy, No Love? These, It Seems To Me, Are The Real Disabilities.