He thought that I was after him for a feather--- The white one in his tail: like one who takes everything said as personal to himself.
The measure of your life will be the measure of your courage.
Love is the wanting, and the having, and the choosing, and the becoming. Love is the desire to see the person we love be and become all he or she is capable of being and becoming. Love is a willingness to lay down our own personal plans, desires, and agenda for the good of the relationship. Love is delayed gratification, pleasure, and pain. Love is being able to live and thrive apart, but choosing to be together.
The world is full of men and women who work too much, sleep too little, hardly ever exercise, eat poorly, and are always struggling or failing to find adequate time with their families. We are in a perpetual hurry-constantly rushing from one activity to another, with little understanding of where all this activity is leading us. . . . The world has gone and got itself in an awful rush, to whose benefit I do not know. We are too busy for our own good. We need to slow down. Our lifestyles are destroying us. The worst part is, we are rushing east in search of a sunset.
Anything and anyone that does not help you to become the best version of yourself is too small for you.
If you don't have time to pray and read the scriptures, you are busier than God ever intended you to be.
Freedom is not the ability to do whatever you want. Freedom is the strength of character to do what is good, true, noble, and right.
I don't build no heathen temples, where the Lord has done laid a hand. There's a well on the hill, let it be.
When first we fall in love, we feel that we know all there is to know about life, and perhaps we are right.
Everybody did something. It was very entertaining. We had a lot of fun. Lot of fun. And there was no segregation, that I could see. I never saw any
Your need to talk does not create in me a need to listen.