The ultimate form of love for God and men is forgiveness.

Every human being is trying to say something to others. Trying to cry out I am alive, notice me! Speak to me! Confirm that I am important, that I matter!!

We're here to make people feel like a million dollars, not two cents.

Married people should be best friends; no relationship on earth needs friendship as much as marriage

None of us can afford to pay the price of resenting...because of what it does to us.

The question is not why good people have trials, but how shall good people respond when they are tried?

God loves us and believes in us and has done and will do anything he can to help us, but he will not impose on our free agency.

People need recreation, need to be achieving, need to contribute; but if these come at the cost of friendship with Christ, the price is much too high.

There is no bravery in evil, no true courage in behavior that can only result in deep disappointment.

Good health is often a matter of good judgement.

Every human being is trying to say something to others. Trying to cry out I am alive notice me! Speak to me! Confirm that I am important that I matter!

Now, my sister has been called a lot of things:sweet, kind, a living Disney princess, but none of those things imply that she would ever date someone just for his money.

The Christian "doctrines" are translations into our concepts and ideas of that which God has already expressed in language more adequate, namely the actual incarnation, crucifixion, and resurrection

I'm always reading. I have four books on my nightstand right now. The same is true with writing, I tend to work on several varying projects at once.

Love has no awareness of merit or demerit; it has no scale... Love loves; this is its nature.

The promise of eternal life makes people forsake the life they're given.

the path of goodness had a name it is called Love in it we find the key to every hope and has it's root in God Himself

Of the seven experiments, the ones that have been most investigated so far have been the pets. The dogs who know when their masters for coming home, and the sense of being stared at.

Buttercup, miserable even with Prim’s constant attention, huddles in the cube and exhales cat breath in my face.

You know there are no secrets in America. It's quite different in England, where people think of a secret as a shared relation between two people.

We have fallen in the dreams the ever-living Breathe on the tarnished mirror of the world, And then smooth out with ivory hands and sigh.