How else but through a broken heart may Lord Christ enter in?
Behaviors and feelings rarely line up
Sometimes you wake up from a dream. Sometimes you wake up in a dream. And sometimes, every once in a while, you wake up in someone else's dream.
Lissa knelt down, compassion on her face. I wasn't surprised, since she'd always had a thing for animals. She'd lectured me for days after I'd instigated the infamous hamster-and-hermit-crab fight. I'd viewed the fight as a testing of worthy opponents. She'd seen it as animal cruelty.
I need you,ʺ said Lissa. ʺI hear that from women a lot,ʺ said Adrian.
You're better than this. Better than whatever it is you're going to do now.
The future is always changing. If we had no choices, there'd be no point in living.
I woke up many mornings not knowing what I'd done the night before. I'm amazed I'm not dead.
Sometimes I feel like when someone asks me if I believe in God, it's like a blind person asking if I'm black, so that they can put me in the right category.
The Pashtuns in particular are kind of trapped. They've never accepted the Durand Line nor has any Afghan government historically accepted it.
One of my life goals is to be a best man. It's a baller position. You get drunk, you make speeches, and you make love to the prettiest bridesmaid. Usually standing from behind.