Lincoln grew immeasurably as he came to think of himself as an “instrument of God's will.

Time remorselessly rambles down the corridors and streets of our lives. but it is not until autumn that most of us become aware that our tickets are stamped with a terminal destination.

There is something incredibly nostalgic and significant about the annual cascade of autumn leaves.

Man's glory lies not, Lincoln thought, in 'his goodness,' for this is often nonexistent. He derives glory, instead, from his being made in the image of the Living God.

Love may precede respect but it cannot survive the loss of it.

When Lincoln was asked if God was on the Union’s side, Lincoln’s unvarying response was that what was really important was whether they were on God’s side.

Lincoln grew immeasurably as he came to think of himself as an “instrument of God’s will.

Man’s glory lies not, Lincoln thought, in ‘his goodness, ’ for this is often nonexistent. He derives glory, instead, from his being made in the image of the Living God.

There is something deep within us that sobs at endings. Why, God, does everything have to end? Why does all nature grow old? Why do spring and summer have to go?

What good is there in being blind, you ask? Well, maybe it's to see the beauty on the inside without being vainly distracted, or superficially blinded, by the ugly on the outside.

Elias and Laia are each other’s countermelodies. I am just a dissonant note.

we're only ever limited to our own beliefs

Keep your sense of humor. There's enough stress in the rest of your life to let bad shots ruin a game you're supposed to enjoy.

Stillness within one individual can affect society beyond measure.

The aim of life is no more to control the mind, but to develop it harmoniously; not to achieve salvation here after, but to make the best use of it here below

Life is empty. Life is worthless. When we take a life, we aren't taking anything of value.- Durzo Blint

Pushing me away so I give her space, awww. Dealing wit a heart that I didn't break.

You try to be good, to be good and loving and nice and not hard, not tough, a sweet nice girl, not ugly, not full of ugliness, but people make it impossible.

Without a sense of identity, there can be no real struggle.