Quotes of: Francis Keyword

A goddess of dawn scooted under a zing of barbed wire to witness your birth.

The Chameleon Couch

Isn't it interesting that all of the biblical prophets and psalmists were poets?

The Contemplative Pastor: Returning to the Art of Spiritual Direction

True faith manifests itself through our actions.

Crazy Love: Overwhelmed by a Relentless God

The great writings interact with one another. They cannot be read in isolation..

Celebration of Discipline: The Path to Spiritual Growth

The minutes ticked past. This is why peelers need a book. A wee paperback to stick in your pocket.

The Cold Cold Ground

She's the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, easily the most breathtaking girl in the room.

Champion

Children wear their natures like brightly-colored clothes; that's why they lie so transparently. Adulthood is the art of deceit.

The Chronoliths

We can heal. Perhaps we can return to that same place we once stood, when we were both young and innocent.

Champion

The Republic is weak and broken." I narrow my eyes. "But it is still your country. Fight for it. This is your home, not theirs.

Champion

So long as I remain in Day's life, I will hurt him. Any other alternative is impossible. Now, he is free.

Champion

I see pieces of memories in his eyes. Pieces of us. They are broken, and scattered, but they are there, gradually coming together again at the sight of me.

Champion

I'm prouder of him than I've ever been of myself - I'm proud of him for standing up to me

Champion

We don't say cannot here at Shadowfell,' Tali put in firmly, silencing him. 'And we don't say impossible.

The Caller

People seem to overlook an old man losing his mind if he occasionally made light of it.

Cinder

She knew better than to challenge a man who spent his life preparing for the apocalypse.

A Constellation of Vital Phenomena

Goodbye Curly. I'll see you next summer. Keep out of trouble, now, until I come back.

Child of the Prophecy

This incomprehensible war would take from him even the humanity to find it incomprehensible.

A Constellation of Vital Phenomena

The shopkeeper called her brave and beautiful. Jacin called her blinding. It was kind of nice to know that they were both wrong.

Cress

Stories are verbal acts of hospitality.

Christ Plays in Ten Thousand Places: A Conversation in Spiritual Theology

Guess that's thirty-one pieces of silver you've got now, huh? Sleep well, Judas.

Civil War

And, they would still be alive today...If they hadn't died, that is

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