Be a good guide, tell me what you see, are sure is that?Please try to describe the picture as much vocabulary as possible!

People don't get to choose their family, but if you have the family you would choose - that's happiness.

Our ancestors derived less from life than we do, but they also expected much less and were less intent on controlling the future. We are of the arrogant generations who believe a lasting happiness was promised to us at birth. Promised? By whom?

Sometimes, I am my own worst enemy.

When we lay the soil of our hard lives opened the rain of grace and let Joy permeate our cracked and dry places, let joy soak into our broken skin and deep crevices, life grows. How can this not be the best thing for the world? for us? The clouds open when we mouth thanks. p. 58

For what are the words with which to summarize a lifetime, so much crowded confused happiness terminated by such stark slow-motion pain?