She had seen what it cost him and her heart quickened with compassion. For that alone, she might have loved him almost.

Mindful of not thanking their benefactors, in case, like wights, they took offense, she added, "Your kindness is gratefully acknowledged. May your trees be forever fruitful.

As you come close to God in prayer, He brings purpose even from the brokenness of your life.

Losing him was like having a hole shot straight through me, a painful, constant reminder, an absence I could never fill.

Things aren’t perfect. They are far, far from it, but they are getting there, and I wasn’t looking back. Not when there were so many good things in the future.

I guess karma comes back around 'cause now I'm the one that's hurting

The fundamental flaw of vulgar thought lies in the fact that it wishes to content itself with motionless imprints of a reality which consists of eternal motion.

All rock musicians are deaf... Or insensitive to mellow sounds.

Perhaps everyone has a story that could break your heart.

If you think in positive terms, you will achieve positive results.

...all that is carried along by the stream's silvery cascade, rhythmically falling from the mountain, carried by its own current-- carried where?