She wore a gown the color of storms, shadows, and rain and a necklace of broken promises and regrets.
Girls when it says "I love you" - it's like a second baptism - It gives them a whole new heart - As at the end of the egg.
I've left this life with no rancour, I'll never have toothache again, Now I lie in the communal grave, the communal grave of time.
Ah, if only a few more massacres would suffice To sort it all out once and for all With so many uprisings and so many fallen heads In Paradise we should all be by now! But the wished-for Golden Age is endlessly postponed The gods remain so thirsty, they are insatiable Thus it is death, an endless cycle of death
The single most loving act we can do is share the good news of Jesus Christ, that God saves sinners.
To this day, I can never shake the connection between this boy, Peeta Mellark, and the bread that gave me hope, and the dandelion that reminded me that I was not doomed.
You lose power in Britain and you are just Joe Public again.
Whether it's a Christian or a non-Christian, there's nothing like suffering to show us how small, needy, and not in control we are. Suffering has a way of sobering us up to the realization that we can't make it on our own, that we need help, that we're broken.