The gospel gives me hope, and hope is not a language the dark voices understand.

Love is not a feeling in your chest; it is bending down to wash another's feet.

I want to use my gifts to tell the truth, and to tell it as beautifully as I can.

A thing resounds when it rings true, Ringing all the bells inside of you, Like a golden sky on a summer eve Your heart is tugging at your sleeve, And you cannot say why... There must be more

So he held her and he prayed. Shafts of moonlight on his face. But the baby in her womb, He was the maker of the moon. He was the author of the fate that could make the mountains move.

Well "I do" are the two most famous last words. The beginning of the end. But to lose your life for another I've heard is a good place to begin.

Hey, angel, your horns are sticking up.

Blood was shed that you three might breathe the good air of life, and if that means you have to miss out on a Zibzy game, then so be it. Part of being a man is putting others' needs before your own.

Winter is where hope lies happy.

She poured her heart into the song and filled it with everything she felt

Gnag bends things for breaking, and the Maker makes a flourish! Evil digs a pit, and the Maker makes a well! That is his way.

Where were you when I undressed and told the tales of my day?Where were youwhenI was silent with God in prandial pray?Where were youwhen I recited love poems as I lay?Where were you?

I'll place my love beneath the stars.

The best companies are able to realize earnings in cash, not through calculations that belong in fantasyland.

Thought began to take over and obscured the simple yet profound joy of connectedness with being.

A lord may love the men that he commands, but he cannot be a friend to them. One day he may need to sit in judgement on them, or send them forth to die.

That's the magic of books. They're never quite the same for any two people. When you read one, you automatically make it your own.

I've never really learned how to live and I've discovered too late that life is for living.

Music is part of being human.

God has to let you be there, and then you just have to have good fortune for whatever reason. I'm enjoying every moment of my life. We are so fortunate just to be alive.

And patience flees my heart, And reason flees my mind. Oh, how drunk can I get to be, Without your love's security?