161 Quotes by Carew Papritz

Who will you be my Little Ones?Who will you be, my Little Ones?Will you dance for the fires of your youthand run at midnight to water's edge,diving into summer's heat?Will you ride a wild mareto any thought or dream or love of your making?Will you seek the artistry of your own infatuationsand explore all the reckless and eccentric cornersof your own impetuous world?

The Everything and Nothing of MoneyThe Legacy LettersBy Carew PapritzSummer, and you are the first man and the first woman to kiss. The first to know the exacting, steeling pain of a broken heart. The first to know everything about the whole cascading universe of gods and stars and lunacy and tenderness. Thus you become the first man and woman to know love. And God help you, for you are now the first man and woman in the world.

To Remember you so Vividly"To remember you so vividly, dancing there, with sweet champagne pulsing through your veins . . . to know what it's like to feel another's presence pulsing through mine. And each time, looking forward to popping that enchanted cork with you and really disappearing from the world as we knew it—wondering if we would ever return.

Starting the DayThe Legacy Letters By Carew PapritzSometimes we make being happy so difficult. And being thankful such a chore. Starting the day like a job we hate. Beginning it like swallowing ten tablespoons of devil-made cough syrup. Because somehow along the way we forget that being alive and healthy and happy are noble goals-or just good ideas. And that the opposite of being alive is being dead. What a choice.

Time. Either you are for it or against it. So be here now. Not later. Do what you want to do, and with the people you love. Learn to appreciate time and make doing so a habit. And if you want to do nothing, then enjoy doing it well. Why do anything by half? Why live a life diluted? What's the use?

You might want more time in your life to attempt the things you like to do, and not just perform the things you have to do.

Just because you’re breathing, doesn’t mean you’re alive.

Old is old at any age. Old is when you quit asking questions about this, that, and everything. Old is when you forget how to love-or worse, don’t care. Old is when you don’t want to dance anymore. Old is when you don’t want to learn anything new except how to be old. Old is when people tell you that you are old-and you believe them.

Kids are kids and not little adults. They’re watching and listening to you all the time. They’re figuring out the game plan but still don’t know all the rules. Talk straight to them and they’ll respect you for it.