What if all religiouns were stories, and all stories were true?

I remembered what it was like to die-the pain, the fear, the doubt, and the unknown. Somehow I had cheated death once. Now I was about to try again.

I didn't panic until my chest collapsed and I couldn't breathe. I gasped until I no longer had a throat to do it with. I didn't feel like I was holding my breath - it was more like I had no lungs.

What if all religions were stories, and all stories were true.

However much silence you behold, that amount of intellect will stop.

I stop fighting my inner demons. We're on the same side now. T-shirt

Trains are wonderful.... To travel by train is to see nature and human beings, towns and churches and rivers, in fact, to see life.

In order for a man to be truly evil, he must be a woman.

Suddenly, it's all too much. Bryn and the bump watch. Vanessa with my high school yearbook. The idea that nothing's sacred. Everything's fodder. That my life belongs to anyone but me.

We acknowledge that being the person God made you cannot separate you from God's love.

I’m not running away from my responsibilities. I’m running to them. There’s nothing negative about running away to save my life.

Our prayers are heard by God not according to what we try to be when we pray, but who we are when we are not praying

You cannot make anything worthwhile in this world unless you have first developed and transformed yourself.

We can open our hearts to God, but only with Divine help.