Languages are fluffy big pillows stuffed between nations - what others say is muffled and nearly lost in them, and when we… — Richard Bach Copy Share Image
We're all the sons of God, or children of the Is, or ideas of the Mind, or however else you want to… — Richard Bach Copy Share Image
How is it we’re the lucky ones, living a life that the children-we-were took for dreams? — Richard Bach Copy Share Image
Children are not our property, and they are not ours to control any more that we were our parents' property or theirs… — Richard Bach Copy Share Image
You are not the child of the people you call mother and father, but their fellow-adventurer on a bright journey to understand… — Richard Bach Copy Share Image
“Heaven is not a place, and it's not a time. Heaven is being perfect.” — Richard Bach Copy Share Image
You'd chosen to be an upright biped on the surface of a small planet of a minor sun on the edge of a minor… — Richard Bach Copy Share Image
The world is a dream, you say, and it’s lovely, sometimes. Sunset. Clouds. Sky.” “No. The image is a dream. The beauty is real.… — Richard Bach Copy Share Image
Silly ideas, worth the admission price in smiles, but they're true. Is high-energy physics interesting because it's true or because it's crazy? — Richard Bach Copy Share Image
I am tired of clinging. Though I cannot see it with my eyes, I trust that the current knows where it is going. I… — Richard Bach Copy Share Image
If you want to meet someone who can fix any situation you don't like, who can bring you happiness in spite of what other… — Richard Bach Copy Share Image
The space for what you want is already filled with what you settled for instead. — Richard Bach Copy Share Image
