…he said, with sort of a little derisive smile, “How can you walk down the street with all this stuff going on inside you?” I said, “I don’t know how you can walk down the street with nothing going on inside you.
There is no indication that God explained to Joseph what He was doing through those many years of heartache or how the pieces would eventually fit together. He had no ways of knowing that he would eventually enjoy a triumphal reunion with his family. He was expected, as you and I are, to live out his life one day at a time in something less than complete understanding. What pleased God was Joseph’s faithfulness when nothing made sense.
I think nothing is good, I really think it is.
We don’t make the decisions, just does what we’re told where and when we’re told. We lives by rules made somewhere else by sons a bitches don’t know nothin’ about this place.
There’s no such thing as nothing. In every nothing, there’s a something. In fact, there could be everything!
Translating from #cat is easy – you just ignore everything, then you decide what you want it to have said, thought, or wanted.
Don’t try to impress a loser because If one is not happy about the things happening in their life, one cannot be happy about the things happening in someone else’s life.
She’d cried over a broken heart before. She knew what that felt like, and it didn’t feel like this. Her heart felt not so much broken as just … empty. It felt like she was an outline empty in the middle. The outline cried senselessly for the absent middle. The past cried for the present that was nothing.
Nothing happens unless first we dream.
All he had was nothing, but that was something, and now it had been taken away.