My kids are just waiting for me at home. I'm their father. They're wondering, 'When's Daddy coming home?'
His lips nuzzled her ear. “Whether you go or stay, I will love you until I die,” he whispered.
You asked me once if I would still love you when your lips were puckered with age and your eyes were faded. I can assure you that I will still love you when I have only the strength (and the scant teeth) left to gum those puckered lips. I shall love you when your bones are sharp enough to pierce my fragile flesh. I shall love you when the light in my own eyes fades for good and yours is the last sweet face I see. Because I am and ever shall be.
Women are delicate creatures. Fragile. Gentle. Made by God to be sheltered from the harshness of this world. . Morgan MacDonnell
Before, you were only a dream. Now you're a dream come true
Alone. 'Twas her destiny to be ever surrounded by others, yet ever alone.
A true friend never asks you to feed their imaginary fish. Or fertilize their imaginary crops.
Spiritual life is like a moving sidewalk. Whether you go with it or spend your whole life running against it, you're still going to be taken along.
Everyone you trust, everyone you think you can count on, will eventually disappoint you.
It is remarkable how a man cannot summarize his thoughts in even the most general sort of way without betraying himself completely, without putting his whole self into it, quite unawares, presenting as if in allegory the basic themes and problems of his life.
I think I feel a little differently than other people do. For some reason I've never felt grown up.