Post-apocalyptic novels tell you that in the future there is some great war. I would tell you that most cops say that it's going on right now.
No one ever loved you like him. And no one ever took it away so completely. But it's here. Look around.
Everyone asks about how I'll feel about the tattoos and scars in thirty years. I always say: "I'll like them. " I've always loved damaged monuments, in architecture and in humans.
He was addicted to me and now he has gone cold turkey. He used to send me fifty texts a day. And now he is ignoring me. It's like I was once his Barack Obama. And now I am John McCain, conceding defeat like a sad-face sock puppet, knowing I have sold the best of myself. He, my electorate, not only does not want me, he actively feels pity.
Time heals all wounds. And if it doesn't, you name them something other than wounds and agree to let them stay.
A lot of the time in my recurring dreams, before I was diagnosed, iconic people would either be good or evil figures. I remember dreaming really basic stuff like trying to navigate the London underground, but then Paul Newman would be the only one who would direct me to the right trains. And I'm trying to remember who would direct me to the wrong ones.
I'm in love with someone good and kind and gentle, and he's seen the darkness too, but somehow we've become each other's light.
If you explain so clearly that nobody can misunderstand, somebody will. If you're right 90% of the time, why quibble about the remaining 3%? In Africa some of the native tribes have a custom of beating the ground with clubs and uttering spine chilling cries. Anthropologists call this a form of primitive self-expression. In America we call it golf.
Happy people build their inner world; unhappy people blame their outer world.
The Divine mind does not think for us, or inspite of us, but works in us to think, and to will, and to do.
The Sabbath day has become a day of pleasure, a day of boisterous conduct, a day in which the worship of God has departed, and the worship of pleasure has taken its place. I am sorry to say that many of the Latter-day Saints are guilty of this. We should repent.