If you look up the word "gab" in the dictionary, it's insignificant of importance, of no substance. That's what gab is.
Love is life. And if you miss love, you miss life.
Change. It has the power to uplift, to heal, to stimulate, surprise, open new doors, bring fresh experience and create excitement in life. Certainly it is worth the risk.
There are two big forces at work, external and internal. We have very little control over external forces such as tornadoes, earthquakes, floods, disasters, illness and pain. What really matters is the internal force. How do I respond to those disasters? Over that I have complete control.
Love is always open arms. If you close your arms about love you will find that you are left holding only yourself.
Love can never grow old. Looks may lose their brown and gold. Cheeks may fade and hollow grow. But the hearts that love will know, never winter's frost and chill, summer's warmth is in them still.
We are not for everyone and everyone is not for us. The question is, 'If we cannot be with another, can we at least not hurt them? Can we, at least, find a way to coexist?'
. . . woman is frequently praised as the more "creative" sex. She does not need to make poems, it is argued; she has no drive to make poems, because she is privileged to make babies. A pregnancy is as fulfilling as, say, Yeats' Sailing to Byzantium. . . . To call a child a poem may be a pretty metaphor, but it is a slur on the labor of art.
We don't need answers and explanations as much as we need God's presence in and through the suffering.
I think I’m better than everyone else. An opinion that has been backed up with ample evidence.
Between thinking and seeing, there is a place called knowing.