I did enough algebra when I was at university, so I am sick and tired of that.
He gave you to me," she said, so low I could hardly hear her. "Now I have to give you back to him, Mama.
Could I but lay my head in your lap, lass. Feel your hand on me, and sleep wi' the scent of you in my bed. Christ, Sassenach. I need ye.
Really rather fascinating, you know,' he confided, and I recognized, with an internal sigh, the song of the scholar, as identifying a sound as the terr-whit! of a thrush.
Home is the place where they have to take you in
But a man is not forgotten, as long as there are two people left under the sky. One, to tell the story; the other, to hear it.
It was a beautiful bright autumn day, with air like cider and a sky so blue you could drown in it.
If we think we are usually good, then God is usually irrelevant. . . Such thinking ignores the depths of sin in my own heart, and, in essence, it elevates me so that I am just a mildly flawed imitation of God rather than someone completely dependent on Him.
The emotional reaction in the peak experience has a special flavor of wonder, of awe, of reverence, of humility and surrender before the experience as before something great.
She was lying like a loaf of bread. I said, baby, baby, baby, are you dead?
Solar power is clean, renewable and cost effective, but it also needs time to develop.