The human crisis is always a crisis of understanding: what we genuinely understand we can do.
How can you want to touch me after what I did?" "How can I ever not want to touch you?
When it all comes down to it, it’s just me and her against the world. Always has been.
It's amazing how the things you remember forever are the things you'd rather forget and the things you desperately want to grasp onto seem to slip away like sand in the wind.
I’m pretty certain my worthless heart shatters inside my chest, and she steals one of the pieces. If it didn’t already belong to someone else I probably would have handed her all the pieces right then and there.
I don't believe that. I don't believe that there are bad things about you. Only things that you think are bad.
When he inches into me, I feel the pain, but I also feel the invisible chains around my wrists break and shatter.
Look at Satan. Created as an angel, grows up to be the Great Adversary. Hey, if you’re going to go on about genetics, you might as well say the kid will grow up to be an angel. After all, his father was really big in Heaven in the old days. Saying he’ll grow up to be a demon just because his dad became one is like saying a mouse with its tail cut off will give birth to tailless mice. No. Upbringing is everything. Take it from me.
I'm sure we could all relate because we've all got life. Some people ain't got it
We can learn from IBM's successful history that you don't have to have the best product to become number one. You don't even have to have a good product.
By faithfulness we are collected and wound up into unity within ourselves, whereas we had been scattered abroad in multiplicity.