If indeed the death of a child is part of a larger plan, you wonder if God ever considered a smaller plan. Robert Breault More Quotes by Robert Breault More Quotes From Robert Breault Are you an artist? Look about you. Is there a physical tool whose use you have mastered, a part of your body that responds utterly to your control? Is your motive esthetic? If so, you are an artist. If not, you are probably a writer. Robert Breault tools artist looks To help someone in need is not charity it is proper etiquette. Robert Breault charity helping needs To find someone who will love you through success and failure is to discover how little life has to do with either. Robert Breault love-you success littles Sometimes an answer not yet blowin' in the wind is stirring in the breeze. Robert Breault philosophical answers wind A parent's love is whole, no matter how many times divided. Robert Breault single-mom mother love-is A mom reads you like a book, and wherever she goes, people read you like a glowing book review. Robert Breault family mom mother When life takes the wind out of your sails, it is to test you at the oars. Robert Breault moving-on inspirational life A lover's quarrel is always about every quarrel you ever had. Robert Breault quarrels lovers relationship To become a grandparent is to enjoy one of the few pleasures in life for which the consequences have already been paid. Robert Breault grandpa grandchildren grandmother First God created time; then God created man that man might, in the course of time, perfect himself; then God decided that He'd better create eternity. Robert Breault perfect might men Abstract art is a fundamental distrust of the theory of reality concocted by the eyes. Robert Breault eye reality art We gain no easier advantage than by relentlessly pursuing our goal while others pursue an advantage. Robert Breault effort gains goal The trouble with having a body is that people know it's where you hang out and you don't get any privacy. Robert Breault privacy body people Stored away in some brain cell is the image of a long-departed aunt you haven't thought of in 30 years. Stored away in another cell is the image of a pink pony stitched on your first set of baby pajamas. All it takes to get that aunt mounted on the back of that pony is to eat a hunk of meatloaf immediately before going to bed. Robert Breault aunt food baby I sit in my garden, gazing upon a beauty that cannot gaze upon itself. And I find sufficient purpose for my day. Robert Breault gazing garden purpose I hope some day to meet God, because I want to thank Him for the flowers. Robert Breault flower want I've been looking over the list of spring chores I made up last fall, and darned if they aren't fall chores, after all. Robert Breault procrastination spring fall Today's Multiple Choice Thought Robert Breault garden love hands Every great painting is left incomplete at the point where its completion is obvious. Robert Breault obvious finishing painting The lesson of Good Friday is to never lose hope — or at least give it 48 hours. Robert Breault friday time giving
