If you know how the LORD God has lead you, you are confident of all His precious promises which He fulfills in His perfect time.
For small creatures such as we the vastness is bearable only through love.
Realise, fool, Idiot, that it Is not your Potential that counts.It is what you are now, What you are thinking now, Here. Tomorrow is nothing. It does not exist. Today, we lay the patterns For tomorrow. Today is the time to Change everything. Not next week, For Christ’s sake. Remember this,Of course, the whole Answer is summed up In one neat word – Death.
It’s just that in the Deep South, women learn at a young age that when the world is falling apart around you, it’s time to take down the drapes and make a new dress.
Bubba then grabbed a hold of my leg and his eyes got all cloudy and that terrible pink sky seem to drain all the colour in his face. He was trying to say something, and so I bent over real close to hear what it was. But I never could make it out. So I asked the medic, ‘ You hear what he say?’ And the medic say, ‘Home. He said, home.’ Bubba, he died, and that’s all I got to say about that.
God made everything out of nothing. But the nothingness shows through.
There are little pockets of old time in London, where things and places stay the same, like bubbles in amber,” she explained. “There’s a lot of time in London, and it has to go somewhere—it doesn’t all get used up at once.” “I may still be hung over,” sighed Richard. “That almost made sense.
I love the man that can smile in trouble, that can gather strength from distress, and grow brave by reflection. ‘Tis the business of little minds to shrink, but he whose heart is firm, and whose conscience approves his conduct, will pursue his principles unto death.
Better to put your heart on the line, risk everything, and walk away with nothing than play it safe. Love is a lot of things, but “safe” isn’t one of them.
Politics is a contest among people of diverse backgrounds and philosophies, advocating different solutions to common problems. The system only works when principled, energetic people participate.
I guarantee you that after you die you will not say ‘I spent too much time praying; I wish I had watched more TV instead.
Wisdom comes from experience. Experience is often a result of lack of wisdom.
She supposed they were imperfections, those marks, but they didn’t feel that way to her; they were a history, cut into his body: the map of a life of endless war.
I’ve never had a specific style philosophy. I wear what I know works on me and I’ll play around with accessories or some other fun additions for the outfit.
TimeHow I long for yesterday.How I appreciate today.How I look forward for tomorrow.Without you, There will not be me.Without you, There is no chance for me.Without you, There is no more hope for me.You have given me memories of the past.You have given me opportunities to live now.You have given me dreams to live for tomorrow.
I came in haste with cursing breath,And heart of hardest steel;But when I saw thee cold in death,I felt as man should feel.For when I look upon that face,That cold, unheeding, frigid brown,Where neither rage nor fear has place,By Heaven! I cannot hate thee now!
I am suddenly comsumed by nostalgia for the little girl who was me, who loved the fields and believed in God, who spent winter days home sick from school reading Nancy Drew and sucking menthol cough drops, who could keep a secret.
The times that were most fun seemed always to be followed by sadness now, because it was when life started to feel like it did when she was with us that we realized how utterly gone she was.
The figure a poem makes. It begins in delight and ends in wisdom… in a clarification of life – not necessarily a great clarification, such as sects and cults are founded on, but in a momentary stay against confusion.
Sorry to hear about your Dad.He shrugged. He was seventy, and we always told him fast food would kill him.Heart attack?He was hit by a Pizza Express truck.
My life closed twice before its close; It yet remains to seeIf Immortality unveil A third event to me,So huge, so hopeless to conceive, As these that twice befell.Parting is all we know of heaven, And all we need of hell.
One way of looking at speech is to say that it is a constant stratagem to cover nakedness.
You never know what’s around the corner. It could be everything. Or it could be nothing. You keep putting one foot in front of the other, and then one day you look back and you’ve climbed a mountain.
She was like a drowning person, flailing, reaching for anything that might save her. Her life was an urgent, desperate struggle to justify her life.
Human experience resembles the battered moon that tracks us in cycles of light and darkness, of life and death, now seeking out and now stealing away from the sun that gives it light and symbolizes eternity.
This is a good place, he said.There’s a lot of liquor, I agreed.
You cannot push any one up a ladder unless he be willing to climb a little himself.
A great human revolution in just a single individual will help achieve a change in the destiny of a nation and, further, can even enable a change in the destiny of all humankind.
You’re going to spend infinitely more time being dead than alive, so it’s probably best to make peace with it while you can.
A day at a time is all I need, and I thank the universe for who I am even if I am not exactly where I want to be
The painful truth about life is not death but death while you are alive.
With every door that closes And every failure after the previous With every moment of taking two steps forward and five steps backwards Remember to try againThe Almighty has a way of giving you a push when you least expect it
Only my heart can see your love and only my soul can feel your touch.
When we like something too much, a part of us wants to keep them forever in our ‘wishlist’ because we know that when wishes comes true, they lose their charm.
Having reached 451 books as of now doesn’t help the situation. If I were to be dying now, I would be murmuring, Too bad! Only four hundred fifty-one. (Those would be my next-to-last words. The last ones will be: I love you, Janet.) [They were. -Janet.]
It is not the end of the physical body that should worry us. Rather, our concern must be to live while we’re alive – to release our inner selves from the spiritual death that comes with living behind a facade designed to conform to external definitions of who and what we are.
He dreamed of funeral love, but dreams crumble and the tomb abides
Ability, experience and books have solution for all the problems.
Good friends, good books, and a sleepy conscience: this is the ideal life.
If you’re going to make a science fiction movie, then have a hover craft chase, for God’s sake.
I wonder if my lost time is rolling around somewhere. I could have loved someone with that time — I could have done something beautiful for someone. But I’ve nothing to show for that lost time. No waste, no ruin, no regrets, no pain. No feeling of having been alive.
My record shows that I have put my country first, and I follow the philosophy and traditions of Abraham Lincoln and Theodore Roosevelt and Ronald Reagan.
A rock pile ceases to be a rock pile the moment a single man contemplates it, bearing within him the image of a cathedral.
I want that. I want that awful intense and serious unhappiness, cos then I might feel better, and then I might be happy.
Not only had my brother disappeared, but–and bear with me here–a part of my very being had gone with him. Stories about us could, from them on, be told from only one perspective. Memories could be told but not shared.
Yes — or rather, it’s not so much that I want to die as that I’m tired of living.
And then she moved from shock to grief the way she might enter another room.
Don’t think about the possibilities of failing. Never forget to think about the possibilities of flying.
Basically, the person in the White House should be principled, should have a philosophy about food that relates directly to organic agriculture. I will continue to push for that.
I have never read The Joy of Crap. Sounds disgusting. I have, however, read The Joy of Sex. Not in a while, but I think it’s one of those classics you can come back to again… and again.
Mentally, I was a slut. Physically, I was terrified of intimacy. Spiritually, I didn’t like men.
I was confused.
So that’s my philosophy: If you believe in yourself, the chances and the opportunities will come around.
Soldiers are citizens of death’s grey land, drawing no dividend from time’s tomorrows.
Like the pain of a bad wound, the effect of a deep shock takes some while to be felt. When a child is told, for the first time in his life, that a person he has known is dead, although he does not disbelieve it, he may well fail to comprehend it and later ask–perhaps more than once–where the dead person is and when he is coming back.
Books are finite, sexual encounters are finite, but the desire to read and to fuck is infinite; it surpasses our own deaths, our fears, our hopes for peace.
More powerful than the mighty armies is an idea whose time has come.