One day, ” he said, “everybody’s gonna wake up and realize their parents are human beings, just like them. Sometimes they’re good people, sometimes they’re not.

Esther so badly wanted to save her father, to bring him back from the half death that had become his life. Every time he reminded her that he couldn’t be saved, Esther’s heart broke a little more.

The magic had started to degrade, and Rosemary had slowly but surely become thoroughly, gruesomely human. And there were few things worse in this world than humans.

How could death not be appealing, when the only thing that gave him comfort in life was being unconscious?

God deals us all different hands. How we play 'em is up to us.

When you forgive, you love. And when you love, God's light shines on you..

Loving is like any other art-craft where the masters have carefully practiced and where the novices have languished in their carelessness.

Without our Spiritual nature, life's a gift we can never fully unwrap."~ With Thine Own Eyes: Why Imitate the Past, When We Can Investigate Reality?

Some of our greatest historical and artistic treasures we place with curators in museums

The highest mission of music is to serve as a link between God and Man.

As you get older, you find that often the wheat, disentangling itself from the chaff, comes out to meet you.

I'm amazed by the misconceptions about Muslim women and the Arab world that I hear, and that really does hurt me.

Those true eyes, Too pure and too honest in aught to disguise, The sweet soul shining through them.

A democracy which fails to concentrate authority in an emergency inevitably falls into such confusion that the ground is prepared for the rise of a dictator.