He died that day because his body had served its purpose. His soul had done what it came to do, learned what it came to learn, and then was free to leave.
Such a simple concept, yet so true: that which we manifest is before us; we are the creators of our own destiny. Be it through intention or ignorance, our successes and our failures have been brought on by none other than ourselves.
To separate oneself from the burden, the angst, the anguish that we all encounter everyday. To say I am alive, I am wonderful, I am. I am. That is something to aspire to.
[T]he race is long – to finish first, first you must finish.
We too, must shatter the mirrors. We must look in to ourselves and root out the distortions until that thing which we know in our hearts is perfect and true, stands before us.
Inside each of us resides the truth, I began, the absolute truth. But sometimes the truth is hidden in a hall of mirrors. Sometimes we believe we are viewing the real thing, when in fact we are viewing a facsimile, a distortion.
Any problems that may occur have ultimately been caused by you, because you are responsible for where you are and what you are doing there.
Because memory is time folding back on itself. To remember is to disengage from the present. In order to reach any kind of success in automobile racing, a driver must never remember.
There is no dishonor in losing the race. There is only dishonor in not racing because you are afraid to lose.
Racing is about discipline and intelligence, not about who has the heavier foot. The one who drives smart will always win in the end.
People and their rituals. They cling to things so hard sometimes.
Children are not chattel. they cannot be given away or traded in the marketplace.
That which we manifest is before us; we are the creators of our own destiny. Be it through intention or ignorance, our successes and our failures have been brought on by none other than ourselves.
That which you manifest is before you.The visible becomes inevitable. Your car goes where your eyes go.
Could Denny have possibly appreciated the subjective nature of loneliness, which something nature of loneliness, which is something exist only in the mind, not in the world, and, like a virus, is unable to survive without a willing host.
Eve continued with the inexorable process of dying, Zoe spent too much time with her grandparents, and Denny and I worked at slowing the beating of our hearts so we wouldn’t feel so much pain.
…that which we manifest is before us; we are the creators of our own destiny. Be it through intention or ignoranve, our successes and our failures have been brought on by none other than ourselves
Terriers are problem solvers. They’ll do what you tell them, but only if it happens to be in line with what they wanted to do anyway.
I missed Eve so much I couldn’t be a human anymore and feel the pain that humans feel. I had to be an animal again.
Such a simple concept, yet so true. That which we manifest is before us, we are the creators of our own destiny.
I’ll give you a theory: Man’s closest relative is not the chimpanzee, as the TV people believe, but is, in fact, the dog.
It’s so hard to communicate because there are so many moving parts. There’s presentation and there’s interpretationand they’re so dependent on each other it makes things very difficult.
Rain amplifies your mistakes, and water on the track can make your car handle unpredictably. When something unpredictable happens you have to react to it; if you’re reacting at speed, you’re reacting too late. And so you should be afraid.
I have made mistakes and I have hurt people, I do not deny that fact. But I have corrected those mistakes vigorously once I understood the error of my ways.
I believe that people were not so allergic to their environment until they began polluting themselves and their world with so many drugs and toxins.
Very gently. Like there are eggshells on your pedals, and you don’t want to break them. That’s how you drive in the rain.
You’re scaring the dog,” Trish pointed out. She rarely called me by name. They do that inprisoner of war camps, I’ve heard. Depersonalization.
I hear hundreds of years of life. I hear wind and rain and fire and beetles. I hear the seasons changing and birds and squirrels. I hear the life of the trees this wood came from.