A hundred hundred heartbeats. . . " whispered Sabriel, tears falling down her face.
I know I don't need him, but I think I want him.
Ask her what she craved, and she'd get a little frantic about things like books, the woods, music. Plants and the seasons. Also freedom.
We are not strong enough to stand up against endless grief, And yet pain is the constant drone of life. So if we are to have any happiness at all, it is only in the passing instant.
Claim your space. Draw a circle of light around it. Push back against the dark. Don't just survive. Celebrate.
She always carried a book, though, in case she needed to read a few pages to avoid unwanted conversation.
No looking back. Life goes one way only, and whatever opinions you hold about the past having nothing to do with anything but your own damn weakness. Nothing changes what already happened. It will always have happened. You either let it break you down or you don't.
I love being in love. It's the best feeling in the world. I have never felt like this before.
But we have to look after mother nature so she can look after us - the water, the soil, the air and all the life within it.
Worldly wisdom thinks that love is a relationship between man and man. Christianity teaches that love is a relationship between man-God-man, that is, that God is the middle term.
Hopefully, we're still living in the land of second chances.