Worry and trouble weighed heavily on the hands of her clock, rushing time along.
A long time ago I’d given up on religion, thinking it wasn’t for me when so many were bigoted, narrow-minded, and cruel.
All you can do is he there and suffer.
Children were like plants—they had to have sunshine if they were to grow.
Eyes kept changing colors, jumbling his kaleidoscope emotions.
Love, is an unnatural attachment to another living thing. it's the root cause of most personal problems people have.
Me to see the contents. Was she giving me a gift, like she gave Bart anything he wanted? He was the
Opened.
Room confirmed the view I had of myself. I always felt as if I had been placed in storage in this house. However, regardless of what it was and what it had been, the room had to be kept as immaculate...
Seems young people don’t want to make compromises or sacrifices too easily. They don’t naturally go out of their way. It’s the ‘please me now’ generation.
There are three kinds of people. One, those who serve others. Two, those who give to the world by producing those who serve others. Three, the last kind, those who can’t be satisfied unless they achie...
They had slept like babies. Which proves how important it is for a man to return home,
Way you find out how much they care is by looking into the eyes—eyes never learn how to lie.
After it's all over, the early childhood, a chain of birthdays woven with candlelight, piles of presents, voices of relatives singing and praising your promise and future, after the years of schooling...
And where was happiness? In the yesterdays? In the tomorrows? Not in this hour, this minute, this second. We had one thing, and one thing only, to give us a spark of joy. Hope.
Asleep you don't feel pain or hunger, or loneliness, or bitterness. In sleep you can drown in false euphoria, and when you awaken, you just don't care about anything.
Cathy—look at me! Don’t turn your head and pretend you don’t know what I’m doing, what I’m saying! Look and see the torment you’ve put me in! How can I find anyone else, when you’ve been bred into my...
El Señor nos lo ha dado, el Señor nos lo ha quitado
From all that I heard, and overheard, fate was a grim reaper, never kind, with little respect for who was loved and needed.
Hay un jardin en el cielo, que esta esperando. Es un jardin que Chris y yo imaginamos hace muchos años, mientras yaciamos en una losa dura y negra del tejado y contemplabamos el Sol y las estrellas
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