Dear young people, the Church expects great things of you and your generosity. Don’t be afraid to aim high.
If all you've got to do is a couple of lines, dear Jesus, don't let them down. Other people are taking responsibility.
I watched them from the window, thy children at their play, And I thought of all my own dear friends, who were far, oh, far away, And childish loves, and childish cares, and a child's own buoyant gladness Came gushing back again to me with a soft and solemn sadness; And feelings frozen up full long, and thoughts of long ago, Seemed to be thawing at my heart with a warm and sudden flow.
'Dear God,' she prayed, 'let me be something every minute of every hour of my life. '
The fault is in our stars, dear Brutus: not the glass screen through which we see them.
My dear girl. I am his family. I am permanent. You are only temporary.
My dear Mr. Bennet," said his lady to him one day, "have you heard that Netherfield Park is let at last?
Have you ever gotten breathless before from a beautiful face, for i see you there, my dear.
It is one of Heaven's best gifts to hold such a dear creature in one's arms.
. . . We are intensely proud of their noble record and are glad to have had the whole world see how irresistible they are in their might when a cause which America holds dear is at stake. The whole nation has reason to be proud of them.
I shall never love anybody. I can't love people. I hate them. ' 'The time will come, dear, the time will come.
Dear me," said Will, and he took another bite of his apple. "Is it because I'm better-looking than you?
Those who join the Carmelite Order are not lost to their near and dear ones, but have been won for them, because it is our vocation to intercede to God for everyone.
You are Joseph the dreamer of dreams, dear Jude. And a tragic Don Quixote. And sometimes you are St. Stephen, who, while they were stoning him, could see Heaven opened. Oh, my poor friend and comrade, you'll suffer yet!
Dear beauteous death, the jewel of the just.
To discover a city is in itself a unique event, but when we have the privilege of sharing it with friends most dear to us, it becomes a once-in-a-lifetime experience.
If my head holds one thought wise and clear, it's You. Poor as I am, what I hold dear is You. No matter how I see myself, I'm nothing. . . Anything I am entirely is You!
She smiled. “Life is full of stories. Or maybe life is only stories. Good night, my dear Nao.
My wife and I lived all alone, contention was our only bone. I fought with her, she fought with me, and things went on right merrily. But now I live here by myself with hardly a damn thing on the shelf, and pass my days with little cheer since I have parted from my dear.
Sing again, with your dear voice revealing. A tone Of some world far from ours, where music and moonlight and feeling are one.