Monday, November 1, 2021

Beneath the scarlet sky

It sounds like too much to me too, Pinot. But I’m afraid it’s not too much I’ve got to ask of you.

Most people are essentially good. You have to believe that.


Nothing in life worth doing is easy. 


How do you find happiness?” Anna paused, then said, “You start by looking right around you for the blessings you have.


The best thing is to grieve for the people you loved and lost, and then welcome and love the new people life puts in front of you.


By opening our hearts, revealing our scars, we are made human and flawed and whole.


Do what I sometimes do when I get scared: imagine you’re someone else, someone who’s far braver and smarter.


Isn’t it strange how life is always taking you to places and to people you’re supposed to see and meet?


Maybe that’s all it takes for the future to exist, Pino thought. You must imagine it first. You must dream it first.


how can you survive what life throws at you if you cannot laugh and love, and are they not the same thing?


Faith is a strange creature,” Schuster said. “Like a falcon that nests year after year in the same place, but then flies away, sometimes for years, only to return again, stronger than ever.” “I don’t know if it will ever return for me.” “It will. In time. Why don’t you come with me now? We’ll get you fed, and I’ll find a place for you to spend the night.” Pino thought about that, and then shook his head, saying, “I’ll come off the roof with you, My Lord Cardinal, but I think I’ll slip out after dark, go home to my family.” Schuster paused, and then said, “As you wish, my son. Bless you, and go with God.


You know, my young friend, I will be ninety years old next year, and life is still a constant surprise to me. We never know what will happen next, what we will see, and what important person will come into our life, or what important person we will lose. Life is change, constant change, and unless we are lucky enough to find comedy in it, change is nearly always a drama, if not a tragedy. But after everything, and even when the skies turn scarlet and threatening, I still believe that if we are lucky enough to be alive, we must give thanks for the miracle of every moment of every day, no matter how flawed.

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