The more you forget yourself, the more Jesus will think of you.
There are many worse friends than the soft, silent, furry, cat-folk.
A good laugh is as good as a prayer sometimes.
She wanted to be alone - to think things out - to adjust herself, if it were possible, to the new world in which she seemed to have been transplanted with a suddenness and completeness that left her half bewildered to her own identity.
She had a way of embroidering life with stars.
Next to trying and winning, the best thing is trying and failing.
Thank goodness air and salvation are still free. . . and so is laughter.
So it persists, for many of us, hunger channeled into some internal circuitry of longing, routed this way and that, emerging in a thousand different forms. The diet form, the romance form, the addiction form, the overriding hunger for this purchase or that job, this relationship or that one. Hunger may be insatiable by nature, it may be fathomless, but our will to fill it, our often blind tenacity in the face of it, can be extraordinary.
As an enlisted sailor, I don't feel that the Navy is advancing me in rank fast enough, so I'm going to change my last name to Stains. My guess is they would rather promote me than to have to refer to me as Seaman Stains.
You know, tigers are very unpredictable.
My parents were of the generation who thought they were the children of a free Czechoslovakia, the only democracy in central Europe.