If you want to call it that. But it is a very specific sort of magic. There's a magic you take from death. Something leaves the world, something else comes into it.
The Metaphoton is a web of energy fields or complexes - having three hierarchical complexes called the light complex, mind complex and spirit complex.
A religion, even if it calls itself a religion of love, must be hard and unloving to those who do not belong to it.
Your leaders must know powerful magic. Yes, said one of the women. The magic is called Marx, Stalin, Lenin and Class Dialectics. It didn't sound like very powerful magic to me.
The first key to a purposeful living is to accept the responsibility of your mission. When you agree "yes" to the calling, then you ask God "why?".
You can go through the world with your elbows out and your nose in the air, and call it independence, if you like. That's not my way.
I keep my phone on vibrate, and I keep it close to my genitals. You should call me. A lot.
people don't really want original stories. they want different versions of the same story. this is called meta-narrative.
I've found that what most people call luck is often little more than raw talent combined with the ability to make the most of opportunities. (Talon Karrde)
Your positive impact on the generations to come will be directly related to the ministry you have in that little place called home.
Sigh. Here's another fine woman that historians can't believe was real. Of course she was real. Not only is there a splendid Chinese poem called "The Ballad of Mulan", there is also n excellent cartoon by Disney.
Don't blame me. Tell your mom to move closer. Tell her there's this new club called civilization and you guys should join.
We are all spiritual beings and our calling is to LOVE our neighbor, STAND against injustice and to show COMPASSION to ALL!
I try not to laugh too loud, afraid a bark-like noise will be mistaken by any great whites lurking in the area as the distress call of a juvenile seal.
My book sales are way down today. Also, I've received two scathing reviews. One of them calls me “a purveyor of insipid wet-dreams.
If you’re a struggling artist having money problems just superglue a brick in the middle of a blanket, and call it art. Someone will buy it.
And if I see you step foot on my property again, I’ll do more than make a phone call,” he says, waving the baseball bat around menacingly.
Hello! Your dear father is unfortunately very dead," he called. "And you said my dispersal system would never work!
Hannah: What's your plan? Claire: Go get him Hannah: Honey, that is not a plan. That's what we in the military call an objective.
Who the hell calls at two in the morning?" "Maybe it's Matt Wilde, confessing his love," Lindsay says. "Very funny,
Maybe the Society was right all along. From the very beginning, that’s what they called her. A time bomb. Tick, tick, tick.
