The truth is that few know the truth.
Your opponent’s wrong doesn’t automatically make you right. Most fights aren’t about who’s right; they are contention over degrees of wrongness.
Books are carnival rides for your imagination.
Don’t seek to be happy; let everyone else chase after that rainbow.
Seek to be kind, and you’ll find the rainbow follows you.
There is no such thing as constructive criticism. There is constructive advice, constructive guidance, constructive counsel, encouragement, suggestion, and instruction. Criticism, however, is not constructive but a destructive means of faultfinding that cripples all parties involved. Don’t be fooled into thinking otherwise.
the air employs.
Tweet, tweet, tweet.
A roaring crowd.
Cluck. Caw. Crow.
Tet, tet. Tis, tis.
Drip, drip, drip.
Tap, tap, tap.
Moan and groan.
Ding, dang, dong.
A church bell song.
Vibrations in my ear
Happiness has two hands: one with strength for lifting up heavy hearts and a gentle hand for tickling.
The cup is both half full and half empty; it has never been one or the other. Stop obsessing over a trivial point and be thankful you have something to drink.
We forget that the sweetest joys are found in the simplest acts: hugs, laughter, quiet observation, basic movements, holding hands, pleasant music, shared stories, a listening ear, an unhurried visit, and selfless service. It is sad we forget a truth so elementary.
Oh, how clearly I see your faults! Such distinctly highlighted flaws; it’s as if the sun and moon mean to keep them illuminated in my eyes. My mind is quick to spell out a simple remedy for those defects.
But alas, poor me! My own faultswhich I only assume to have because all doare blurred and obscured by a mental fog. I’ve no eyes with which to gaze back at myself. The sun and moon refuse their illumination, and my mind offers no sure elixir but a complex recipe scribbled in foreign words I scarcely comprehend.