They had slept like babies. Which proves how important it is for a man to return home,
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...
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...
Children were like plants—they had to have sunshine if they were to grow.
Worry and trouble weighed heavily on the hands of her clock, rushing time along.
With everything you gained, you had to lose something - so I might as well as get used to it, and make the best of it.
Why doesn’t the Good Book say honor thy children, Grandpa, why doesn’t it?
We came together like long separated lovers who might never have the chance to kiss and hug again.
That's the way all life's battles are won.. You don't look at the overall picture. You take one step, then another, and another... until you arrive at your destination.
Still, we were young, and hope has strong roots inthe young, right down to their toes,
People never really died. They only went on to a better place, to wait a while for their loved ones to join them. And then once more they went back to the world, in the same way they had arrived the f...
Patience. I colored patience gray, hung over with black clouds. I colored hope yellow, just like the sun we could see for a few short morning hours. Too soon the sun rose high in the sky & disappeared...
Life is like that - twenty minutes of misery for every two seconds of joy.
I watched the jealousy between them grow, and felt it was none of my fault--only Momma's! As everything wrong in my life was her fault.
I don't like the tone of your voice. Speak respectfully when you speak to me.La-dee-da, and ho-ho-ho! The day I speak respectfully to you, Christopher, will be the day you earn my respect - and that w...
I could have slapped him from the way he moved backward, abandoning the sweet ecstasy of kissing forbidden places that had aroused me. He sat up on the side of the bed and bowed his head into his hand...
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
At least when you were silent, you didn’t make any new enemies.
Angel, saint, Devil's spawn, good or evil, you've got me pinned to the wall and labeled as yours until the day I die. And if you die first, then it won't be long before I follow.
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...