Personal problems appear big because we press our nose to the glass to observe them. This only serves to magnify our troubles. The problems of others we tend to view at a reasonable distance from the...
A new star shines bright.Angels herald the good news.The Christ child is born.
Rare and precious gifts,gold and myrrh and frankincense,to offer a king.
Twitter is a serious writing distraction. As are grapefruits. The two have nothing else in common.
A closed book will lie there like a dead horse. But an open book will kick, buck, and bolt through perceived adventures like a wild and free stallion. So hold on.
No matter what you write, no matter how meticulous and painstaking the creation process, someone is going to laugh, scorn, and dissect your work with criticism while another quietly falls in love with...
I read so I might live a thousand lives in a lifetime. I write to control the particulars in those lives.
My brain tends to take the scenic route. Things come to the forefront of my mind sooner or later, it just takes time.
Stop tormenting Derian.Me? Edgar gaped at her with a clearly fake look of innocence.Yes, you. And what about you? When will you stop tormenting him? Edgar moved past the young queen to approach the un...
I love writing poetry because it's pretty. I love writing pretty.
Experience is the catalyst for all great stories.
A picture may be worth a thousand words, but those well-arranged words are worth a multi-million-dollar motion picture.
Hallelujah songcarries on a gentle wind,heralding a king.
Life can be awful. Life can be ugly.And still there are those who smile at the darkness, anticipating the beauty of an eventual sunrise.
As a writer, I see the saga of your life in a single glimpse. It may be inaccurate, but my version doesn't lack for creativity.
For the real writers, every decision is either write or wrong.
When we all pass from this life and gather on the other side, the only thing each of us will have is his own story to tell.
People search the world over looking for someone to love them, when they should be searching for someone to love.
By small and simple sentences, great books come to pass.
Church was never meant to be a place for gods to gather, but for devils wanting to shed their horns for halos.
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