Intense Intentions, Edited by Mary J. Hachey

Prying the door is no way to enter a heart.

Where you and I may want love and feel love and say love, Bob reminds us that love does things. It writes a letter and gets on a plane. It orders pizza and jumps in a lake. It hugs and prays and cries and sings. Much of what we’ve come to know and believe about love doesn’t ring true once you know this man whose love does.

I used to be afraid of failing at something that really mattered to me, but now I’m afraid of succeeding at things that don’t matter.

I used to think being loved was the greatest thing to think about, but now I know love is never satisfied just thinking about it.

I used to want to fix people, but now I just want to be with them.

Well, there it was. I got out fast then, before anyone could say “serenity” again, for it is a word I associate with death, and for several days after that meeting I wanted only to be in places where the lights were bright and no one counted days.

It’s not for the faint of heart—being a person.

I think we are well advised to keep on nodding terms with the people we used to be, whether we find them attractive company or not. Otherwise they turn up unannounced and surprise us, come hammering on the mind’s door at 4 a.m. of a bad night and demand to know who deserted them, who betrayed them, who is going to make amends. We forget all too soon the things we thought we could never forget. We forget the loves and the betrayals alike, forget what we whispered and what we screamed, forget who we were. I have already lost touch with a couple of people I used to be;

Make a place available to the eyes, and in certain ways it is no longer available to the imagination.

The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion.

Pain does not  frighten me as  long as it is an  enrichment but I am  so afraid  to use my strength  for nothing   I feel  time elapse elusive and so fast that I am afraid.

Listen or your tongue will keep you deaf.

If I have to give up good fashion for a relationship, I don’t want a relationship.

I have already settled it for myself so flattery and criticism go down the same drain and I am quite free.

I kept myself to myself. I wasn’t interested in having a full diary.

One's life can be changed by simply doing nothing.

Even if you don’t actively have relationships with the other people, you’re all effectively fighting for the same cause, which is to make it in New York.