Intentions -

But intentions are not actions. Intentions are seeds that stay in the packet until you plant them.

He walked toward the center of the overgrown garden where a massive, rusted sundial sat swallowed by ivy. This was where he had met Clara fifty years ago. Back then, they were young and full of plans. Arthur had intended to build them a house on the hill. He had intended to take her to the coast every summer. He had intended to be the kind of man who never let a day pass without telling her she was his North Star.

He walked back to his car, drove to the local hardware store, and bought three dozen rosebushes and a shovel. INTENTIONS

It was the kindest thing anyone had ever said to him, and the most painful. He realized then that he had lived a life of "good intentions," which—as the old saying goes—paves a very specific, downward road.

August 1995: Intended to take Clara to the ballet for our anniversary. (Work ran late. We ordered pizza instead.) But intentions are not actions

: Intentions are the bridge between thought and reality, but many people never cross it.

: While we judge ourselves by our intentions, the world judges us by our actions. This was where he had met Clara fifty years ago

Clara had passed away two years ago. On her deathbed, she hadn't mentioned the house on the hill or the trips to the coast. She had simply held his hand and whispered, "I knew what you meant to do, Arthur. I saw your heart."