All this timeI drank you like the cure when maybeyou were the poison.

It’s just so strange.You used to love me, and now you’re a strangerwho happens to know allof my secrets.

My battered heart will always be where the ocean meets the sand, I will break over and overEvery day. That is the best andworst part of me.

But my heart is an old house(the kind my mothergrew up in)hell to heat and cooland faulty in the wiringand though it’s nice to look atI have no businessinviting lovers in.

Be merciful until you can't be.Until you feel your heart begin to harden into a bullet.Then use that bullet.

I will love you when you are a still day.I will love you when you are a hurricane.

The good news is you survived. The bad news is you're hurt and no one can heal you but yourself.

We are more than the worst thing that's ever happened to us. All of us need to stop apologizing, for having been to hell and come back breathing.

I don't know whyI've got so much hopepinned to someone who will never call me home.

YOU NEVER NEED TO APOLOGIZEFOR HOW YOU CHOSE TO SURVIVE

I brought a knife to the gunfight. I am the knife. I am all blade.

Walk into any bookstore and you’ll find hundreds of books telling you how to live. Don’t be misled, and don’t be deceived. Instead, build your life on the truth God has given us in His Word.

Is there possibility somebody to don't lie and to don't say the truth??- Truth hurts!- Lie, just makes mess after mess and mess and you just die as liar (You don't want it, do you?)

If faith without works is dead willingness without action is fantasy.

Compassionate people are geniuses in the art of living, more necessary to the dignity, security, and joy of humanity than the discoverers of knowledge.

Fraud is the homage that force pays to reason.

I think my Wallander stories give a fairly good image of the world in the 1990s. I don't regret anything about that - on the contrary!

Trust means you anchor your heart in the reality of God's awareness of your situation.

We normally know Jesus as a humble, loving servant, which He is. But Revelations gives us the bigger picture of who Jesus is, in His glory.

By moderation one can be generous.

From the night, his solitude, the poet finds day and starts a diary that is lethal to the inert. The dark landscape yields a dialogue.