But I've married a deeply sensible person who is extremely good at talking me down from my various ledges, and who takes care of me in a billion ways.
I could serve coffee using my rear as a ledge.
Our skin is very thin. It doesn't take much for us to jump off a ledge or to kill one another. It can happen very, very quickly.
Googling yourself is maybe one of the worst things you can do. I did it once, and someone had to talk me off a ledge.
The key to life is balance, especially if you are on a ledge.
I know what my heart is like Since your love died: It is like a hollow ledge Holding a little pool Left there by the tide, A little tepid pool, Drying inward from the edge.
Maybe this is not a come-down-from-the-ledge story. But I tell it with the thought that the woman on the ledge will ask herself a question, the question that occurred to that man in Bogota. He wondered how we know that what happens to us isn't good?
I took a day to search for God, And found Him not. But as I trod By rocky ledge, through woods untamed, Just where one scarlet lily flamed, I saw His foot print in the sod.
Humor is an amazing way to talk people down off a ledge.
Growing old is not a gradual decline, but a series of drops, full of sorrow, from one ledge to another below it.
Half the time, my job is basically to talk people off the ledge. It's more psychological than just me picking up some sticks and counting, "1, 2, 3, 4."
With meditation I found a ledge above the waterfall of my thoughts.
The other day, I was walking my dog around my building . . . on the ledge. Some people are afraid of heights. Not me, I'm afraid of widths.