No matter how honestly you open up to someone, there are still things you cannot reveal.
. . . people who'd led dull and blameless lives did not give thanks for second chances.
Quite simply the book and I were meant to be together.
Those who live in memories are never really dead. " The House At Riverton
Round and round the questions flew, until finally I found myself standing at the open door of a bookshop. It’s natural in times of great perplexity, I think, to seek out the familiar, and the high shelves and long rows of neatly lined-up spines were immensely reassuring. Amid the smell of ink and binding, the dusty motes in beams of strained sunlight, the embrace of warm, tranquil air, I felt that I could breathe more easily.
She felt like a fictional character who'd escaped the book in which her creator had carefully and kindly trapped her, taken a pair of scissors to her outline and leaped, free.
In each man's heart there lies a hole. A dark abyss of need, the filling of which takes precedence over all else.
Christians, like everyone else, are prone to be selfish and scared, and wanting others to think well of them. So, although we possess what one part of us knows is the greatest news in the world, we don't act as though it is. Consequently, we share the gospel less than we should.
What's missing is the eyeballs in each of us, but it doesn't matter because you've got the bucks, the bucks, the bucks.
If your faith isn't rooted in the Bible, it will wither like a plant pulled out of the soil.
Those who take up any subject with an open mind, willing to learn anything that will contribute to their advancement, comfort and happiness, are wise.