Stories are like children. They grow in their own way.

Lords of melody and song, Lords of roses burning bright, Blue will right the ancient wrong, Though the way is dark and long, Blue will shine with loving light.

Lords of space and Lords of time, Lords of blessing, Lords of grace, Who is in the warmer clime?Who will follow Madoc's rhyme?Blue will alter time and space.

Lords of blue and Lords of gold, Lords of wind and waters wild, Lords of time that's growing old, When will come the season mild?When will come blue Madoc's child?

Me with nothing left to lose, plotting my big revenge in the spotlight. Give me violent revenge fantasies as a coping mechanism.

Out of your comfort zone is the growth zone.

Advice should only be given when it is sought, otherwise our own worthiness gets assessed.

Through a strange kind of geographic arrogance, Europeans like to think that the world was a silent, dark, unknown place until they trooped out and discovered it.

Christians are free to serve and obey God since they are loved, justified, redeemed, reconciled, forgiven, saved, and sustained to the end!

I would love to live in Paris and speak French. That would make me feel glamorous!

Now we know more about it and we teach our children not to get into cars with strangers but back then it was you know people didn't really use to that mentality yet.

I'm starting a new chapter in my [[life], and you have no idea how much that means.

Eat without the TV going on. Learn to appreciate food with only the entertainment of conversation-yours and someone else's.

Oh, my young friends, how delightful is the beginning of a love-business, and how undignified, sometimes, the end!