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101 " Then I heard the voice of the Lord saying,"Whom shall I send? And who will go for us?" And I said, "Here am I. Send me!" -Isaiah 6:8 "
― José N. Harris , Mi Vida
102 " ¿Qué es amor? Cuando yo estaba creciendo en las calles de Tijuana, soñaba estar enamorado. Mi ropa estaban vieja, pantalones gastados, agua de la calle pasaba a través de mis zapatos y calcetines, pero las estrellas todavía brillaban a través de mi alma... "
103 " Love everyone. Seek out the best that life has to offer and share it with everyone! "
104 " Instead, I remembered that in the Bible, Jesus promised his followers that they would be provided with everything they needed, everything they “needed,” but not necessarily everything they wanted. "
105 " For just as I am certain of God and His existence, I am equally certain that one day we will meet... or meet again. And that will be a wonderful day! "
106 " When I see the full blue sky, with all its vastnesss, its as if He is telling me 'All this is yours and all of this comes back to me. Please take care of all of this, because I want to use it again and again and again. But while you are here, it is yours. Please enjoy it. "
107 " As we crossed the border, I saw God in the sky in the form of huge sunburst cloud above the barren desert. He seemed to be pointing a finger at me and saying, "Pass here my son and go on, you're on the road to heaven. "
108 " My words and my stories are merely just memories that already lie, dormant, in your mind. It is my sole purpose to awaken them; to bring them back to life, for you to feel and to taste them once again. But they are already inside you... And always have been. "
109 " Control Mastery Theory in psychology says that sometimes life is like watching a difficult and tragic movie. We can become too caught up in the action and the pain to let our emotions show. But in the end, if it turns out happy, then our tears can flow. Because then, we know we are safe. "
110 " One day, I saw a tiny nopalito (cactus sapling) growing not too far from an old tree. I wanted to dig it up and replant it near our house in Zacatecas. I told my mom that I would protect it from the wind and that I would water it every day so that it could grow nice and tall and strong. My mom frowned at me. "You'd be destroying what makes it special," she said. "It's a nopalito, it is it's struggle that makes it so beautiful... "
111 " If all you do is look out for yourself, then... you're not really looking out for yourself. Taking care of those that love and care about you is critical. Living just for yourself is not really living.I'm a scientist. Its not only a beautiful and rewarding way to go through life, its also Darwinian! "
112 " Will you save my soul tonight? "
113 " There are some that criticize and insult because they feel my views of how we should treat one another are too conservative. Others try to attack me for being too liberal. As for me, I don't take it personally... It just means I am doing something right. For... I don't stand for any political party nor am I interested in politics. I care about Constitutional, Civil and Human rights. I care about my fellow brothers and sisters. Depression is anger turned inward... and vice-a-versa. "
114 " Time...Disguised gently as the warm glow of your love’s kiss, Can turn grief into beauty. "
115 " Who are you today? Are you a gulfstream, uplifting others... or are you a bad parachute? "
116 " Life is like dancing. If we have a big floor, many people will dance. Some will get angry when the rhythm changes. Other's might accidently get their toes stepped on. But life is changing all the time. So... Let's dance! "
117 " One day, as My uncle Antonio was heading out to a cantina, I slipped a story I had written into his shirt pocket. It was story about a little boy who would poke his finger with a needle and make it bleed. The boy did it so he would get some attention from his mother. It worked out great for a while. But one day, his mother came into the boy’s room, lifted up his sheets and found the boy’s cold body. The little boy had bled to death. The next morning, I awoke to find a new black and white speckled composition notebook sitting next to my head.... "
118 " Come my friend, for tonight we go to war... "
119 " I could be illegal! "
120 " In Juan Aldama, Zacatecas, no one had ever seen a "real" Jew before. Certainly not a living one! They were thought to be mythical like unicorns or gremlins or... La Llorona! Kids would poke and curse me. They would feel the top of my head... to see if I was sprouting horns... like Satan... like the Devil. Didn't they know? I was the new Jesus! "