Author of quotes: Nicholas Sparks. Page 3

Time appears to me in the form of a stream, rapids and a waterfall. There are times in everyone's life when things go smoothly. It’s like you are sailing in a canoe, rowing lazily and enjoying the views. One day flows into another, the work goes on, and there is even time to relax. Then the current becomes stronger, you still manage to do everything, but you already have to make a little more effort. But then the rapids begin, and suddenly it becomes more difficult. It could be a new project at work, a family member being ill, a job change, or a layoff. You must pass the rapids and swim out into safe water. Otherwise, a waterfall awaits you.

We want one thing and get another.

Responsibility must be learned, it will not appear by itself when it is suddenly needed.

Here is our typical day: at least one of the children is sick; toys scattered all over the living room miraculously reappear where they were just removed from; dogs bark, children laugh and whimper; the phone rings; postmen and couriers come and go; someone lost a notebook with homework; broken household appliances; suddenly it turns out that a project is needed for tomorrow's lesson ...

Anyone will get tired after spending the day in our house. First of all, because our children are active. Very active! Just incredibly active. Their energy is enough to light up a city the size of Cleveland.

- Are you crazy?

Living with a writer is not easy. That's what my wife says, and today she reminded me of it again. Of course, hearing such a thing is not so pleasant, and the first thing I want to object to, but I knew that the argument would not lead to anything good. Instead, I took my wife by the hands, looked into her eyes, and said the three magic words that every woman needs to hear: You

Talking about grief or guilt can ease the pain a little. And then there will be more room for joy in the heart.

I really wanted to help her, but I knew from my own experience that guilt must be fought one on one, there is no place for allies in this battle.

No matter how sensitive I considered myself, it was difficult for me to enter into her position, to fully understand how her life was going. I wanted to support her, I felt sorry for her with all my heart, but I could not deceive myself: I did not truly empathize with her. Everyone has a personal, hidden world where no one else can ever get to.

People feel sorry for me, but I don’t think they really sympathize, because for them I’m like from another planet that no one would like to go to.

I told myself to accept the situation as a given and not expect more, but some things are achievable only in theory, not in practice.

Once in the hospital, people seek support; when something threatens life, the desire for loved ones becomes irresistible. It seems to be in human nature.

On the road, people often indulge in reflection.