story

Pour your heart onto the page.

Listen to what speaks to your heart.

Write truthfully, write from the heart, and your words will live.

Your life should reflect your heart.

I want you to send a hundred red balloons up into the sky every Fourth of July and make everyone who sees them wonder what the story behind them is all about. Let me live on inside of a made up story, Callum Andrew

A heart in love is a thriller book of many stories

What is the one message that only you can give? It's your story.

Being captain of such a vessel was not a stressful job, despite the sheer size of the thing. Everything was automated, and this meant that this behemoth could be efficiently handled by a far less seasoned captain. Besides, hiring mature skippers with actual experience would cost real money. And hey, the computers ran everything anyway _ and that__ how Bran Johannsen enters this story _ as a fine young inexperienced graduate of the Merchant Space Academy in Mars City, who only got his Executive Officer__ ticket four short years ago.

Music carries the weight of being human, takes it away so you don't have to think at all, you just have to listen. Music tells every story there is.

Her silent singing wrapped around the story she was telling herself, which she extended further every night on the deck. (Averill often told herself stories-- the activity seemed to her as unavoidable as dreaming.) Her singing was a barrier set between the world in her head and the world outside, between her body and the onslaught of the stars.

Your thoughts become your BELIEFS. Your beliefs become your TRUTH. Your truth becomes your STORY. Your story IS your REALITY.

Cassia.I know which life is my real one now, no matter what happens. It__ the one with you. For some reason, knowing that even one person knows my story makes things different. Maybe it__ like the poem says. Maybe this is my way of not going gentle.I love you. (Ky Markham)

If there is anything certain in life, it is this. Time doesn't always heal. Not really. I know they say it does, but that is not true. What time does is to trick you into believing that you have healed, that the hurt of a great loss has lessened. But a single word, a note of a song, a fragrance, a knife point of dawn light across an empty room, any one of these things will take you back to that one moment you have never truly forgotten. These small things are the agents of memory. They are the sharp needle points piercing the living fabric of your life.Life, my children, isn't linear where the heart is concerned. It is filled with invisible threads that reach out from your past and into your future. These threads connect every second we have lived and breathed. As your own lives move forward and as the decades pass, the more of these threads are cast. Your task is to weave them into a tapestry, one that tells the story of the time we shared.

If you read stories, you find the strength, faith and hope to survive everyday life.

Maybe that's what writers do-Maybe they exaggerate pain just so that you feel okay about what you're feeling.

Find peace in knowing.

Take a deep breath. Inhale peace. Exhale happiness.

The flower doth not worry, and the tree doth not waver.