American Author primarily of short essays
Robert Fulghum, fully Robert Lee Fulghum
American Author primarily of short essays
To understand our love they'd have to turn the world upside down.
Whenever I speak in public I take photographs of the audience, print them up and look at them carefully. I want to see demographics ? age, sex, etc. ? but also create a mental image in my mind of those I write to. I've always had a quarrel with my editors and publishers over this. They talk about my readers as if they know ? but they don't ? they haven't been to see them ? I have.
Too much high-content information, and I get the existential willies. I keep sputtering out at intersections where life choices must be made and I either know too much or not enough. The examined life is no picnic.
Whenever life becomes Tinkertoys, the queen may be sacrificed.
Until you have experienced raccoons mating underneath your bedroom at three in the morning, you have missed one of life's sensational moments.
Wherever and however any one of us may be conceived, it is the same. We come into being in the arms of God.
Water is everywhere and in all living things - we cannot be separated from water. No water, no life. Period. Water comes in many forms - liquid, vapor, ice, snow, fog, rain, hail. But no matter the form, it's still water.
Why is love easy? I don?t know. And the raccoons don?t say.
We are the only creatures that both laugh and weep. I think it's because we are the only creatures that see the difference between the way things are and the way they might be.
Without realizing it, we fill important places in each other?s lives. It?s that way with the guy at the corner grocery, the mechanic at the local garage, the family doctor, teachers, neighbors, coworkers. Good people who are always there, who can be relied upon in small, important ways. People who teach us, bless us, encourage us, support us, uplift us in the dailiness of life. We never tell them. I don?t know why, but we don?t. And, of course, we fill that role ourselves. There are those who depend in us, watch us, learn from us, take from us. And we never know. You may never have proof of your importance, but you are more important than you think. There are always those who couldn?t do without you. The rub is that you don?t always know who.
We could learn a lot from crayons; some are sharp, some are pretty, some are dull, while others bright, some have weird names, but they all have learned to live together in the same box.
Yelling at living things does tend to kill the spirit in them. Sticks and stones may break our bones, but words will break our hearts.
We even make ourselves up, fusing what we are with what we wish into what we must become. I'm not sure why it must be so, but it is.
You are free to give life meaning, whatever meaning you want to give it.
We?re all a little weird. And life is a little weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall into mutually satisfying weirdness?and call it love?true love.
You can't always explain everything you do to everybody, you know.
Weddings seem to be magnets for mishap and for whatever craziness lurks in family closets. In more ways than one, weddings bring out the ding-dong on everybody involved.
You may never have proof of your importance but you are more important than you think. There are always those who couldn?t do without you. The rub is that you don?t always know who.
We're all a little weird. And life is a little weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall into mutually satisfying weirdness?and call it love?true love.
You want my opinion? We're all a little weird. And life is a little weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall into mutually satisfying weirdness ? and call it love ? true love.
We've associated that word philosophy with academic study that in its own way has gotten so far beyond the layman that if you read contemporary philosophy you've no clue, because it's almost become math. And it's odd that if you don't do that and you call yourself a philosopher that you always get 'homespun' attached to it.
You will continue to read stories of crookedness and corruption - of policemen who lie and steal, doctors who reap where they do not sew, politicians on the take. Don't be misled. They are news because they are the exceptions.
To be human is to keep rattling the bars of the cage of existence, hollering, 'What's it for?'
What does it profit a man if he gains the whole world and loses his own soul?
You will never really know what kind of parent you were or if you did it right or wrong. Never. And you will worry about this and them as long as you live. But when your children have children and you watch them do what they do, you will have part of an answer.