Book: Between heaven and earth

There is nothing more difficult than raising a child. You always try to do the right thing, knowing full well that you are constantly wrong.

Life is wonderful, but you notice it when it tiptoes away from you.

Dreams have to be paid for.

Life sometimes makes us doubt everything. Never give up, my heart. From the day you were born, I saw a light in your eyes that distinguished you from others. I saw you fall and rise, clenching your teeth, when any child would cry. This courage is your strength, but also your weakness. Be careful; feelings are meant to be shared; strength and courage can turn against someone who uses them inappropriately. Men have the right to cry too, Arthur, men know sadness too.

Children sometimes have a look that awakens in you such memories that it is simply impossible to leave the question unanswered.

I had one friend, she added "sorry" through the word and so got everyone that her friends did not dare to offer her a glass of water out of fear, as if she would not begin to apologize for what she wants to drink.

Each of us has a personal universe. The two creatures lived with each other, that they loved, they still have to be compatible, they have to meet in an opportune moment.

But I still think that the disease may not have developed if I'd been at peace with itself. All these years we lived in the shadows of my lies, I dissembled with life, and she never forgave me.

I was afraid to disrupt the established order, I was afraid to start over, afraid that nothing would happen, that all will remain a dream. But not to live this love was a nightmare. Night and day I thought about it, and I was banned.

Then he remembered that once her mother answered to his question about whether adults afraid of death: "If you had a good day, got up early to go fishing with me, it was run, worked in the rose garden with Anthony, then in the evening you're tired. And even you, who hates to go to bed and be happy to lie down.
Life resembles one of these days. The idea that in the end you rest, brings peace and comfort. When things get difficult and tedious, eternal sleep is not as intimidating as before."

Look at the landscape, which you can enjoy, look, as emerges in the distance the shore, like lace, as the sun lights there are a thousand different lights. Every tree, surrendering to the caresses of the wind, swaying in their own rhythm. Do you think the nature of fear invented all these little things... But the most beautiful thing that gave us the land, what makes us into human beings - this is happiness to share with someone.

Sometimes we are powerless to fate, desires or impulses, and it is painful, often unbearable. The feeling will haunt you your whole life, sometimes forgetting and sometimes turning into an obsession. The art of living depends on our ability to overcome our own helplessness. It's hard because impotence often leads to fear. It negates our strength, intelligence, common sense and opens the way of weakness.

If the friendship is not necessary in order to share with each other any nonsense that it actually is, I ask?

If I now do not dare, it is all beauty, energy, whole life breathing the matter will be for you available. To get you back into the world is what gives meaning to my life. Will do my life ever anything like that?