That he loved her was his life’s greatest grace—that she loved him was a burden and mystery beyond compare.
I consider my mom and all my sisters my friends.
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If liberty and equality, as is thought by some, are chiefly to be found in democracy, they will be best attained when all persons alike share in government to the utmost.
Love powers my heart and color powers my soul.
There would definitely be way fewer instances of cheating, if the average couple did not have sex only when the woman feels like it.
Big things in the glory of the world mean nothing. Small things in glory of God mean everything. Truly..., size doesn't matter in this world or in the world to come.
She was a gypsy, as soon as you unravelled the many layers to her wild spirit she was on her next quest to discover her magic. She was relentless like that, the woman didn't need no body but an open r...
Glory of the world makes life meaningless. Glory of God fulfills it.
Colors are what trick the mind and our imaginations into buying things.
The hurt that troubled children create is never greater than the hurt they feel.