This is the thing: people think that magic doesn't exist, but it does, all the time. We use spells every day: the spell of forgiveness, the spell of thanks.
One must travel, to learn. Every day, now, old Scriptural phrases that never possessed any significance for me before, take to themselves a meaning.
I look at the check once more and then fold and tuck it into my bra. It's not every day a girl gets to be up close and personal with this much money.
Ultimately, we can really forgive people only because Christ rose from the dead; his Resurrection is the guarantee that God can cure every wrong and every hurt.
one of those pertinacious tempers that would warm every day to a white heat and never again cool to forgiveness.
When we take life for granted, we’re assholes. Every day we wake up and the world’s still turning- that’s a great day.
Eternity hums with every beating heart, with every up-lifted voice, with the crash of waves, the whirl of wind across the shifting dunes, the cry of sea birds, and the trumpets of heavenly angels.
Everyday she loses a bit more of herself , every day another nail in her coffin house payments medical bills and middle aged isolation
Every face, every shop, bedroom window, public-house, and dark square is a picture feverishly turned--in search of what? It is the same with books. What do we seek through millions of pages?
With the cure, relationships are all the same, and rules and expectations are defined. Without the cure, relationships must be reinvented every day, languages constantly decoded and deciphered. Freedom is exhausting.
Every part of life changes with every breath we take. If you don’t like where your story is headin’, you fight your fate with everything you have.
Some days are like this. And the only way to get through them is to remember that they are only one day, and that every day ends.
Once, if my memory serves me well, my life was a banquet where every heart revealed itself, where every wine flowed.
Conflict is a natural part of existence. Life is a struggle for survival for every organism at every level.
You have to be the bravest person in the world to go out every day, being yourself when no one likes who you are.
The beginning of Eternity, The end of time and space, The beginning of every end, And the end of every place. What am I?
You put cow dung on my face?’ ‘Every day religiously until you were three. Why else do you think your skin is so clear?
Gone. and it was completely. Everyone I'd every known, every place I'd ever been. My Mother. My father. Rebecca. Out of site. Out of mind.
We are now in the mountains and they are in us, kindling enthusiasm, making every nerve quiver, filling every pore and cell of us.
Friendship is not about ships—no matter how big and fancy and expensive the yacht is.
Above us, outlined against the brilliant sky, dragons crowded every available perching space on the Rim. And the sun made a gold of every one of them.
