This letter is also associated with Silas (Silvanus, 1 Peter 5:12).
My father, [was] a mid-level phonecompany manager who treated my mother at best like an incompetent employee. At worst? He never beat her, but his pure, inarticulate fury would fill the house for days...
In presence of the Moon nobody sees stars.
Many people say I'm the best women's soccer player in the world. I don't think so. And because of that, someday I just might be.
Those who are truly grateful are deeply moved by the privilege of living.
I don't like Los Angeles. The people are awful and terribly shallow, and everybody wants to be famous but nobody wants to play the game. I'm from New York. I will kill to get what I need.
Sweet wine makes drunk, sour wine (insult) is "tetelestai". Life is not about what we have done and become, but how God to be fully glorified.
Your smile and your laughter lit my whole world.
There is no competition of sounds between a nightingale and a violin.
If you caress me one more time, you will melt the butter on my toast.
Responsibility to yourself means refusing to let others do your thinking, talking, and naming for you; it means learning to respect and use your own brains and instincts; hence, grappling with hard wo...