Julia looked back at Hadassah on the bloodstained sand. A great emptiness opened within her as she looked at the still form. Gone, too, was the salt that had kept her from completely corruption.

I want you to love me. I want you to trust me enough to let me love you, and I want you to stay here with me so we can build a life together. That's what I want

my love isn't a weapon, it's a lifeline, reach out and take hold, and don't let go!

Love is the way back into Eden. It is the way back to life.

Love God and He will enable you to love others even when they disappoint you.

Stand firm in the Lord. Stand firm and let Him fight your battle. Do not try to fight alone.

Never doubt God in the darkness what he has given us in the light.

I gave up what I can't keep for something I can never lose.

Michael had once read to her how God had cast a man and woman out of paradise. Yet, for all their human faults and failures. God had shown them the way back in.

We bear the consequences for what we have done to ourselves, and for the sin that rules this world. Jesus forgave the thief, but he didn't take him down off the cross.

True beauty is rare, and seldom recognized by the one who possesses it.

And deep down, she felt like maybe she didn't deserve it-that she belonged with the petty thieves and guys who drank Pabst Blue Ribbon for breakfast

Meditation is an excellent habit and tool for transformation, however your ‘practice’ should eventually evolve into your natural primary state of being.

Pride can be friend, ego can be foe...depending on which one we choose, or not, to conquer.

It would be an egregious mistake to ever refer to me in the same breath as most of the people I write about.

Lots of medications work for a month, or a year, and then stop working.

You can't always be a leading lady.

A strange, glazed expression came into his eyes and he staggered around the cabin looking for all the world like a zombie unwilling to take part in an experiment in advanced necromancy.

repression, however, is not the most obvious characteristic of the sea; the sea is a collector, quick to return a rapacious look.

Democracy doesn't recognize east or west; democracy is simply people's will. Therefore, I do not acknowledge that there are various models of democracy; there is just democracy itself.

When from soft love proceeds the deep distress, ah! why forbid the willing tears to flow?