Who speaks reason to his fellow man bestows it upon them.
Emotions change. Truth doesn't. What will you build your life upon?
I'm just a product of grace that's still in the process; And I don't got to be great because my God is.
I got two choices, both require pain One’s the pain of change and the pain of staying the same One of ‘em leads to joy, other one leads to shame One of ‘em leads to freedom, the other keeps me in chains.
When have you heard a story about the hero dying for the villain?
I’ve found that God often lets us taste how sweet he is in our most bitter moments.
It takes a moment to make memories and a lifetime to forget them.
It's one of those things, when you look back on it, you'd go, "Oh, I could've done without that. If I could go back in time, I would do it different. " That's the thing with violence in general.
Oftentimes, when a woman demands accountability, respect, or consideration, she is crazy or nagging or whatever.
People lucky enough to live in the vicinity of an industrial hog farm are, with each breath, made keenly aware of the cause of their declining property values.
I write on a computer, but I've run the complete gambit. When I was very young, I wrote with a ballpoint pen in school notebooks. Then I got pretentious and started writing with a dip pen on parchment (I wrote at least a novel-length poem that way). Moved on to a fountain pen. Then a typewriter, then an electric self-correct. Then someone gave me a word processor and I was amazed at being able to fit ten pages on one of those floppy discs.