When I hug you, I feel like I am hugging the universe of joy, and I emerge with the ecstasy of life.

OvermodulationBy Charlotte M Liebel-FawlsYou're a cavity in my oasis,You're a porthole in my sea,You're a stretch of the imagination every time you look at me.You're an ocean in my wineglass,You're a...

I am humbled by the grace of God.I am humbled by the beauty of this universe.Humbled by others' kindness.Humbled by life.I drop down to my knees and give thanks.

How can you be a lover of loveand not be a lover of God?It is impossible.

A writer doesn't dream of riches and fame, though those things are nice. A true writer longs to leave behind a piece of themselves, something that withstands the test of time and is passed down for ge...

Everything is gestation and then bringing forth. To let each impression and each germ of feeling come to completion wholly in itself, in the dark, in the inexpressible, the unconscious, beyond the rea...

Finished crap can be edited. Unfinished greatness languishes forever. The only bad writing is the thing you didn't write!

Only a couple of people have figured out what a weirdo super freak I am on the inside. And those people all have a reason to keep my secret, because...well, I've helped them resolve their own secrets....

Pensó que cada recuerdo evocado debe violentar en alguna medida sus orígenes. Como en un juego. El juego del teléfono. Más vale ser parco. Lo que uno altera mediante el recuerdo tiene sin embargo una...

People will love him (Theodore Roosevelt) for the enemies he has made.

Percy, we're going to Polyphemus' island! Polyphemus is an S-i-k...a C-y-k... She stamped her foot in frustration. As smart as she was, Annabeth was dyslexic, too. We could've been there all night whi...

Perhaps it seems odd that a casual meeting on the street could have brought about such change. But sometimes life is like that isn't it

In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.

It is new, indeed, for I made it last night in a dream of strange cities; and dreams are older than brooding Tyre, or the contemplative Sphinx, or garden-girdled Babylon.

It was awful. It was, like, walk out to the woods, Change, stand there until enough time passed, Change back. It was about as much fun as taking a shit.Nice analogy.

It was somehow fitting that the true beginning and the end of a life occurred in the same sacred house. Anne would have praised God and Emily would have laughed. On this day, their presence was fully...

Jayden went for my fries, ignoring Anna’s narrowed gaze. Thanks, babe.You two know each other? Jo gestured between Jayden and me with her fork.Before I could nod, he dropped an arm over my shoulders....

Kitten?Yeah?His eyes were beautiful when they met mine, luminous and clear, and a long moment stretched out between us. I love you.

Kramer's recognition, with the geologists Lees and Falcon, that people could have settled in the fertile valley between the Tigris and Euphrates rivers much earlier than had previously been assumed ha...

No. I wasn’t there. I was back in Gladstone, Pennsylvania, and I was twelve years old. Two state troopers were in the driveway, with a white car parked . . . and swiftly they were striding to interrup...