Every breath is a resurrection.
It was a truth that invaded her, like a dark disease, a truth too painful to talk about. And I was beginning to wonder if all I was doing was making it worse.
It’s always hard to lose somebody. It leaves a hole in you heart that never grows back.
Trust, faith,good, bad. . . none of it matters. All you ever do is what you have to do. Follow your disires, fulfill your needs, escape from pain. That's all there is to it.
That's what happens. You just get on with it. There are no endings.
Memories have no life. They're just pale reminders of a time that's gone-like faded photographs.
Imagine: You've spent all day traipsing around London, lost in a maze of chaos, trying to find a hidden illusion; you've been living on hope, ignoring reality, fueled only by feelings you don't understand. You've been looking for a dream, never truly believing you'd find it, but now - incredibly - you have. It's right there in front of you - just behind that off-white door. It's there.
To argue about justice is unavoidably to argue about virtues, about substantive moral and even spiritual questions.
When husband and wife are united, they are strongest and most attractive to those that don't know Jesus.
We must never forget our responsibilities as politicians to our country and its citizens. We must always remain humble before our people.
One monster there is in the world, the idle man.