Men are kids at heart. They want to be nourished and pet like a dog.
To my way of thinking, the slavery issue is just an excuse to allow some people to do hateful things and feel righteous about it.
Life is not easy. We all have problems-even tragedies-to deal with, and luck has nothing to do with it. Bad luck is only the superstitious excuse for those who don't have the wit to deal with the problems of life.
Having a baby is part of a woman's life, and it is surely a great waste to be afraid of life.
I know why people die of hopelessness. It comes on like a thick blanket, covering your thoughts, your confidence, creeping into your mind and filling the corners. I lie in the dark, suffocating under horrible dispare, wishing I were dead. I sleep, then wake, then sleep. The sleep is filled with monstrous dreams that attack, cry out, and vanish, leaving me once more awake and staring into the darkness. Help me! My mind is screaming, but there is no one to hear.
Life isn't measured in minutes, but in heartbeats.
Work extra hard on the beginning of your story, so it snares reader's instantly. And know how you're going to end your story before you start writing. Without a sense of direction, you can get lost in the middle.
God cannot honor anything, no matter its degree of sincerity, if it is contrary to His Word.
I used to suffer from excessive pride. Well, I got over that one.
The happiest end of life is this: when the mind and the other senses being unimpaired, the same nature which put it together takes asunder her own work.
I consider your conduct unethical and lousy.