J.H. Lee Quotes
Few things are as painful as the unfulfilled desire to be near to another you love.
What's the best place to hide a car? In an airport long-term lot. Like where's the best place to hide a grain of sand? On the beach
When you're writing a whodunit, the dead body is the most important character. It's the pivot point around which the plot spins.
I believe in the goddess of mystery. And she’s always pregnant!
At least three times every day take a moment and ask yourself what is really important. Have the wisdom and the courage to build your life around your answer.
The purpose of this glorious life is not simply to endure it, but to soar, stumble, and flourish as you learn to fall in love with existence. We were born to live, my dear, not to merely exist.
And as she fell apart, her shattered pieces began to bloom — blossoming until she became herself exactly as she was meant to be...
Happy, Healthy, Wealthy, and Wise, for the rest of our days till the end of our lives.
Add these affirmations:"Bright LifeParticles are energizing my body.""Every cell in my body vibrates with energy and health.
Let us give future generations the gift of Earth citizenship by first giving it to ourselves.
We want all the benefits of the resurrection without acknowledging our dependence on God as mortal creatures.
In rural and struggling Lexington, Virginia, Lee's new postwar home, one writer joked darkly dollars were so scarce that they had to be introduced to one another when they met on Main Street.
For several moments, Mary couldn't hear anything over the violent pounding of her pulse.
Whatever mistakes her son might make in life, Cindy was sure God would have mercy on him. The church, she feared, might not.
In time you shall see Fate approach youIn the shape of your own image in the mirror.
Rain turned to ice, and lightning splintered, it splicedthe black sky, it seeped a bright white.All animals they fled, from the sky as it bled, pale death that fell veiling the night.
Do not wander in the deeps, Where the Shriker's shadow creeps.When he rises from beneath, Beware the Sharpness of his teeth.
People think "monsters" are born without origin. But it is the monsters that have the greatest stories to tell...
We have to destroy the radioactive brain of Madame Curie.
Since he'd stepped out of medical school, all he'd ever done was fulfil the same three basic templates, again and again and again. The possibility of infinite variation had led only to convergence.
I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea, But we loved with a love that was more than love— I and my Annabel Lee—
Tonight, I won't dream, because nobodyhas held me and no hands have strayed and eventhough I'm drunk with love, my arms are empty.
Now that I think I know what I'm doing, I'm scared. Before this, I just didn't know any better.
They say experience is the best teacher, but I'll be damned if I know what it teaches you.
I'm online, therefore I am.
Boo and I walked up the steps to the porch. His fingers found the doorknob. He gently released my hand, opened the door, enter inside, and shut the door behind him. I never saw him again.
When we acknowledge our greatness and start living it, when we open our hearts to the natural kindness and caring for all beings that resides within us, all these necessary transformations can begin.
Death is inevitable. But the meaning people attach to death, its causes and aftermath, is culturally given. Without meaning, without culture making sense of things, life would be impossible.
I am angry. It is illegal for me to be angry. Remember: Don't get angry. It is illegal to be a black man and be angry. Right. Got it. I will remember this next time.
Thinking is so easy and natural, you have to do it when you're on a rock, in the middle of the ocean.
....I came to consider betrayal a moral violation of another's humanity—akin to torture.
She leaned out of the window slow and sleepy, and the light came through her nightdress like sand through a sieve.
But all memories, no matter how distant, no matter how distorted, have the shadow of truth underneath. Even the most imperfect memory is a window—
They are simple people, most of them, but that doesn't make them subhuman.You are telling them Jesus loves them, but not much.
Those things that take my breath away become the ocean-complex and deep-and I'm prone to drowning in beautiful things. Like you.
