I ran. A grown man running with a swarm of screaming children. But i didn't care. I ran with the wind blowing in my face, and a smile as wide as the Valley of Panjsher on my lip. I ran

Attention shifted to him like sunflowers turning to the sun.

hills that stand soft and a sky that stands high and blue, and the sun setting behind a windmill, and always, always, hazy strings of mountains that fall and fall away on the horizon.

One could not count the moons that shimmer on her roofs, Or the thousand splendid suns that hide behind her walls.

And that's the thing about people who mean everything they say. They think everyone else does too.

A man who has no conscience, no goodness, does not suffer.

Nothing good came free. Even love. You paid for all things. And if you were poor, suffering was your currency.

But time, it is like charm. You never have as much as you think.

The desert weed lives on, but the flower of spring blooms and wilts.

I wondered if that was how forgiveness budded; not with the fanfare of epiphany, but with pain gathering its things, packing up, and slipping away unannounced in the middle of the night.

Quiet is peace. Tranquility. Quiet is turning down the volume knob on life. Silence is pushing the off button. Shutting it down. All of it.

Forever's just a word.

As with construction, your personal integrity is the firm foundation upon which you can build a strong character, rewarding life, and healthy relationships.

Preventing a suicide is not necessarily a beneficent act if it forces the potential suicide to continue in a life of misery.

It's your difference that sets you apart not your similarity, stand out!

I know a lot of people did a lot of heavy lifting to make me successful and I do everything in my power not to screw it up.

No one is patriotic about taxes.

No one needs to feel sorry for me or anyone else who has fallen victim to success.

I believe I could commit a crime. We all can. It depends on which situations we find ourselves in. In despair, I would steal food if my children were hungry.

Let your greatness bloom.

Don't think you haven't lived long enough to have a story to tell.