I just can’t do it anymore. It’s too painful. It doesn't mean I’m over you, it means I’m not going to waste the rest of my life being haunted by your memory.

I just can’t do it anymore. It’s too painful. It doesn’t mean I’m over you, it means I’m not going to waste the rest of my life being haunted by your memory.

I miss you Annabeth. I know it’s wrong, but I can’t stop thinkin’ about you. I think about you all the damn time.

I couldn’t control my heart as it thumped out of control in my chest, insistent on remindin’ me that it was still in there. That it was still beating. For damn Archer Beaufait.

With a heavy heart, I pulled out my own pocket knife, and carved three little words beneath Archer’s. A plea and a wish, in a form I could never take back. Return to me.

Ask God to use you. Ask Him to show you how you can be a blessing everywhere you go. Keep honoring Him so that others can see Him through you.

How can I not believe that there is a God who exists and loves, when the people before me are infused with that love and pour it out daily?

The measure of a man is not how many servants he has but how many men he serves .

You might be a redneck if the antenna on your truck is a danger to low flying airplanes.

When you look at all the miracles attributed to Jesus, they're all about change.

The confidence is there, the game is there, but physically you can't fight nature sometimes. You can't do much about it.

I can't say that I ever abided nerd stereotypes: I was never alone or felt outcast.

Little do you know what a gloriously uncertain thing law is.

a culture is no better than its woods

It takes sixty-five thousand errors before you are qualified to make a rocket.