A home is a kingdom of it's own in the midst of the world, a stronghold amid life's storms and stresses, a refuge, even a sanctuary.
Even if I'm being selfish, but I want you to only look at me.
I keep on fighting. . . but I can't keep going on this way
My heart has been stolen by you.
The person that I like is someone that I am uneasy about.
If they're going to get policewomen to jump me. . . I wish they'd get sexier ones.
Throughout history, works of art have been stolen under mysterious circumstances. . . Said by some to be the work of "Phantom" thieves. . . . . . Others dismiss it as mere myth. But in this country, the stories are all too true. The name of this mysterious thief? "Dark. " And his true identity? No one knows.
Believing in things you cannot see Even with my trembling arms I want to protect someone dear to me The place my thought that proggressed up to now struggle on to To see hopes Even in a black, confined world
Jesus says. "Acknowledge and accept who I want to be for you: a Savior of boundless compassion, infinite patience, unbearable forgiveness, and love that keeps no score of wrongs. Quit projecting onto Me your own feelings about yourself. At this moment your life is a bruised reed and I will not crush it, a smoldering wick and I will not quench it. You are in a safe place. " Brennan Manning. Abba's Child: The Cry of the Heart for Intimate Belonging
So many of our conversations (about affirmative action) have been dishonest
The trouble with European cities is that they are drenched in their history, almost all of which is terrible.