Maybe I'm sad about wanting you. I'm not too comfortable with wanting someone.

Shame is always easier to handle if you have someone to share it with.

How satisfying it is to leave a mark on a blank surface. To make a map of my movement - no matter how temporary.

Pressed against her I can hear eternity -- hollow, lonely spaces and currents that churn ceaselessly, and the fallen snow welcomes the falling snow with a whispered "Hush".

For what matters if I gain the whole world, but lose my soul?

and yet I feel that the most real home I'll ever have is the space where our roads merged and traveled along together... for a time.

Even a mistake is better than nothing.

Something about being rejected at Church Camp felt so much more awful than being rejected at school.

I wanted a heaven. And I grew up striving for that world-- an eternal world- that would wash away my temporary misery.

On my first visit to the public library, I was like a kid at a candy store where all the candy was free. I gorged myself until my tummy ached.

At night, lying on your back and staring at the falling snow, it's easy to imagine oneself soaring through the stars.

Suddenly it was too hard to be in his presence, too painful to know that he would belong to someone else.

I used to be afraid of the dark until I learned that I am light and the dark is afraid of me.

If I were married, I would be unmarried.

We've got to lift our game tremendously. We'll sell our business news and information in print, we'll sell it to anyone who's got a cable system, and we'll sell it on the Web.

Every addition to true knowledge is an addition to human power.

The difference between utility and utility plus beauty is the difference between telephone wires and the spider web.

The language of friendship is not words but meanings.

Ruth's writing is so joyful, funny and uplifting; it's always a real treat of a read.

Do not fear to tell Jesus that you love Him even without feeling it. That is the way to force Jesus to help you, to carry you like a little child too feeble to walk.

That wasn't very nice...I do believe you killed my hat. ~Kisuke Urahara