That's my fault, of course, because I behaved stupidly, like a child, because I didn't like feeling rejected. I need to learn to lose a little better.

I want to drag knives over my skin, just to feel something other than shame, but I'm not even brave enough for that

To have my hopes raised and dashed again, it's like cold steel twisting in my gut.

We tell our stories differently, don't we, you and I?

I wake abruptly, my breath jagged and heart racing, my mouth stale, and I know immediately that's it. I'm awake. The more I want to be oblivious, the less I can be. Life and light will not let me be.

I'm well aware that there is no job more important than that of raising a child, but the problem is that it isn't valued.

A tiding of magpies: One for sorrow, two for joy, three for a girl, four for a boy, five for silver, six for gold, seven for a secret never to be told

I want to drag knives over my skin, just so that I can feel something other than shame, but I'm not even brave enough to do that.

Life and light will not let me be.

I sit there on the floor with the picture in front of me and think about how things get broken all the time by accident, and how sometimes you just don't get round to getting them fixed.

I have lost control over everything, even the places in my head.

When a heart gets hurt, its pain comes over the words.”― Samar Sudha

I guess the lesson is you can’t go everywhere. You should still go everywhere you can.

Revenge is never pretty and often leaves you empty.--Alexandria "Dria" McAndrews

By the time you have a platform for saying what you want, you’ve already become part of the system. It’s how it works.

There have never been so many civil wars as in the Kingdom of Christ.

There is a mystery in all great writing and that mystery does not dissect out. It continues and is always valid.

As they say in the bible, that you're supposed to rejoice when people die and mourn when they're born, because it's one of the most painful acts you go through in life, is being born, and dying.

Mom sobbed something into Dad's chest that I wish I hadn't heard, and that I hope she never finds out that I did hear. She said, "I won't be a mom anymore." It gutted me pretty badly.

My firm belief is that he reveals Himself daily to every human being but we shut our ears to the still small Voice.

Why is composing symphonies tough? I don't know. It's just very few people in the world can do it well. And I think that's the case with upfront design. It is very hard to do well.