The world was made up of people putting one foot in front of the other; and a life might appear ordinary simply because the person living it had been….

There is so much to the human mind we don't understand. But, you see, if you have faith, you can do anything..

Beginnings could happen more than once or in different ways. You could think you were starting something afresh, when actually what you were doing wa….

But maybe it's what the world needs. A little less sense, and a little more faith..

If I just keep putting one foot in front of the other, it stands to reason that I'm going to get there. I've begun to think we sit far more than we'r….

you could be ordinary and attempt something extraordinary, without being able to explain it in a logical way..

I've begun to think that we sit far more than we're supposed to...Why else would we have feet?.

I miss her all the time. I know in my head that she has gone. the only difference is that I am getting used to the pain. It's like discovering a grea….

It was not a life, if lived without love..

People were buying milk, or filling their cars with petrol, or even posting letters. And what no one else knew was the appalling weight of the thing ….

If we don't go mad once in a while, there's no hope..

Harold could no longer pass a stranger without acknowledging the truth that everyone was the same, and also unique; and that this was the dilemma of ….

The least planned part of the journey, however, was the journey itself..

He must have driven this way countless times, and yet he had no memory of the scenery. He must have been so caught up in the day's agenda, and arrivi….

He understood that in walking to atone for the mistakes he had made, it was his journey to accept the strangeness of others. As a passerby, he was in….

There was no escaping what he had realized as he fought for warmth in the night. With or without him,the moon and the wind would go on, rising and fa….

...People would make the decisions they wished to make and some of them would hurt both themselves and those who loved them, and some would pass unno….

You got up, and you did something. And if trying to find a way when you don't even know you can get there isn't a small miracle; then I don't know wh….

But it never ceases to amaze me how difficult the things that are supposed to be instinctive really are..

The past was the past; there was no escaping your beginnings..

He understood that in walking to atone for the mistakes he had made, it was also his journey to accept the strangeness of others..