I'm sorry for breaking down when I should've been stitching myself back up

I spend my nights thinking the worstAnd telling myself that everything's going to work outI keep kicking myself in the mouthOpening up every cut that should be a scar by now

You'll spend every Saturday night on the bathroom floor with no recollection of the night before You're a train wreck and everything that's in between Being alone doesn't seem so bad to me

You used to make me feel like I could walk on waterNow most nights I'm just sinking down and downYou're the reason why I can't listen to the same songs I used to

When something's fallen apart as many times as usI can't put it back together, it's not the same

The absolute truth is one for an infinity of possible relative truths which lie.

When you are not full of the Holy Spirit, you easily cower in fear and lack a stand on truth

Which is worse? Lust for the purchasing power of money, or the kind of lust that covets power over others? Let the history of 20th Century socialist revolutions answer that question.

Thou wilt be condemned in to everlasting redemption for this.

Mother Nature may be forgiving this year, or next year, but eventually she's going to come around and whack you. You've got to be prepared.

You don't want to exaggerate any feature noticeably. I think only truly beautiful women can exaggerate and they usually don't have to.

After black's reply to 1.e4 with 1..e5, leaves him always trying to get into the game

For my generation I must have the oracles of God in fresh terms.

Every year or so, I try to do something; it keeps me refreshed as to what's going on in front of the lens, and I understand what the actor is going through.

I've never began any important venture for which I felt adequate prepared