Al Smith Quotes
Whether or not I protect the weeds isn't a matter of just recognizing the weed for what it is, but possessing the conviction to grab hold of the roots and yank like my life depends on it.
My first addiction was to books. -B. Chelsea Adams
Sigh like the wind--open your arms, your chest, your heart--and all creatures will hum to you.
When you lose someone, it stays with you. Always reminding you of how easy it is to get hurt.
If you can grasp those two truths—you are made in His image and dependent on Him—you will discover a great dignity and at the same time a profound humility.
I love how, whenever you tell me a story, you go backwards and forwards and tell me everything else that could possibly be happening in every direction, like an explosion. Like a flower blooming.
One just has to look at the thing from a perspective that interests you personally.
Look at everything as though you were seeing it either first time or last time.
Kick off your shoes. Unburden yourself with song. Tell each other tales. Dance around the table. Leave the cleaning up for the morning. Then go outside and look at the stars.
Kick off your shoes. Unburden yourself with song. Tell each other tales. Dance around the table. Leave the Clarke awning up for the morning. Then go outside and look at the stars.
I said to him that Zululand sounded fine, but that every man has a map in his heart of his own country and that the heart will never allow you to forget this map.
Contentment - being happy while doing something - and complacency - being happy while doing nothing - are entirely different.
There are different kinds of happy, some kinds don't need any proof-Ellie O'Neill, This is What Happy Looks Like
The Law of God was never a ladder for unsaved people to climb up to heaven. It was always a pattern of life for God’s people who had been saved from judgment by the blood of the Lamb.
Michael had always thought that seeing ghosts was stressful. Those wandering spirits were nothing compared to whatever women had going through their heads at all odd hours of the day.
Michael had learned the hard way that nothing good came from interfering in the affairs of the afterlife.
She looked at the girl in the chair and she saw what youth was. It was oblivious, with things in its ears.
I want to be Tragedy, I want to be Juliet, I want to be Romeo. Thus with a kiss I die.
The thought came to me that perhaps it is the loving that counts, not the being loved in return - that perhaps true loving can never know anything but happiness.
30 or 40 of such voluntary gentlemen would do more in a day than 100 of the rest that must be press'd to it by compulsion.
Best wishes to all the fonts in all the texts in all the books that make for a world of unfolding stories.
...story is a powerful stimulant with tremendous influence over how we think and act. Like meth, only safer.
we must love those with whom we live and work, and love them for all their failings, manifest and manifold though they be.
Acceptance is the letter sealed within the envelope of inner peace. - Charmainism
There are some things in life that just are. They are meant to be, and to fight against them is to ensure your own loss.
No, I will not join your Civil War reenactment troupe.
When failure is hard to take, pain becomes unbearable and you don’t see any way out. Hang on there, its darkest hour that indicates the advent of light.
We have all sorts of words that could describe us. But we get to choose which ones are most important.
It might have been the real reason I went out there at all, to hear all the nice things guys had to say when they got you alone, when they earned their shot in a booth with you.
The world knows nothing of you. That is my gift to you. You are no one.
Oh, I'm starting to cry again. That's what happens when you think about life being fair. And I can't explain why it isn't . . . I don't think it's something anybody knows.
He was the smell of winter rain and the sound of his predator’s heartbeat
I don't know what Alex did to piss this poisonous cow off, but now I want blood.
The streetlight forge speech bubbles of illumination in the air. A faint glow from the moon casts eerie shadows behind the dark clouds.
Liberty is too precious to be buried in books. Men should hold it up in front of them every single day of their lives and say, 'I'm free'.
You can now interact with Sheriff Derrick Decker on Facebook. Just look up Derrick Decker!
Even the not saying can balloon into something bigger than words themselves.
What we have, we all must lose—that applied to everything, even to that which we thought we had the greatest right. We were tenants of this earth—nothing more.
