They accumulated, hour by hour, like sweet and sour dreams, waiting to happen.
My intellect is so limited, Lord, that I can only trust in You to preserve me as I should be.
Nostalgia has a way of blocking the reality of the past.
Bad weather never stopped anyone from reaping a good harvest.
Kids are absolutely starved for positive adult contact.
I don't want to be alone, I want to be left alone.
Do we not each dream of dreams? Do we not dance on the notes of lost
There is nothing inherently painful about being cheated on.
Is that you giggling away to glory?Or is that just the flowers mingling with the bees and telling their story?
You say you love rain, but you use an umbrella to walk under it. You say you love sun, but you seek shelter when it is shining. You say you love wind, but when it comes you close your windows. So that...
If you do not cultivate your life's environment, you will not captivate the worlds enlightenment.