What he wanted to say was that two thousand years of peace could be undone in a month of war.
An entire lifetime can change in one afternoon. The rest of the world can continue on, unaware of a quiet, solitary cataclysm occurring a few feet away.
To be around family is to feel the possibility of growing roots again.
Do as you must — you are not a child. But understand that there are many people willing to make your life more difficult. It is up to you to find a way to make things easier for yourself.
He believes that people have destroyed religion and religion has destroyed people. He says he believes in God, but he doesn’t believe in people.
Children always forgive their mothers. That’s the way God’s designed them. He gives them two arms, two legs, and a heart that will cry ‘mother’ until the day it stops beating.
What is gone is gone and will not come back. When the earth swallows, it swallows forever and we are left to stumble along feeling the absences. These are our burdens.
We all cross a hundred peaks to get even this far. And there will be more before we each make it to whatever God has fated for us.
Fiction, if done right, can bridge cultural divides. Stories can be a footpath for a reader to step into another land and view its indigenous practices and beliefs through a local lens, instead of a telescope.
The elderly become invisible sooner than we would hope.
Yes, well, people are very good at destroying things, good things.
Can a mother commit a greater sin than ignoring her intuitions?
Every promise we kept, every squeeze of the hand, every secretive smile we exchanged, every crying child we comforted- every one of those moments narrowed the distance between us.
It felt good to sit around and agree, to have a common enemy and a shared struggle. It felt good to be understood.