How could I choose someone who would force me to give up my own small reach for meaning? I chose myself, and without consolation.
I am so glad that Jesus does not say, “Practice more spiritual disciplines.” He says, “Come to me…and I will give you rest.
No one messes me around, I don't give second chances and I never waste tears over people who aren't worth it. I save them for the people who are.
I am not sure I trust you." "You can trust me with your life, My King." "But not with my wine, obviously. Give it back.
Now don’t you give me any of that talk about becoming overly protective and fussy in my old age. I have every right to show a little concern now and then.
His eyes are piercing and intense, the stare they give me brimming with threat and interest, folding thick arms over a broad chest, rippling the muscles in his forearms and etching the tattoos down his arms into stark highlight.
Think of me that way," he continued. A slight shimmer glinted acrosse his eyes. "In a sense, I'm giving my life for those...I care about. A sacrifice you might say.
The aim I have set before me in this book is to give back to English readers the understanding of and delight in this great poet which thrilled his contemporaries and early successors.
The impatient idealist says: 'Give me a place to stand and I shall move the earth.' But such a place does not exist. We all have to stand on the earth itself and go with her at her pace.
What was my truth worth, if I was prepared to defend the entire world, but not those who were close to me? If I subdued hate, but wouldn't give love a chance?
You boys can keep your virgins, give me hot old women in high heels with asses that forgot to get old.
No one knows, at sight a masterpiece. And give up verse, my boy, There's nothing in it. Likewise a friend of Bloughram's once advised me: Don't kick against the pricks, Accept opinion. The Nineties tried your game And died, there's nothing in it.
I’ll give you one chance to run, but may your shoulder always whisper in your ear… “It’s best to watch out for men, like me.
He reaches over and touches my necklace. "You still have it. That gives me faith." "Faith in what?" "God, I suppose. No, I don't know. Survival.
Jesus died on the cross not only so I wouldn't have to go to hell, but also to give me an abundant life on this Earth.
He told m the best advice he could ever give me is all in this book. We need God's constant help and blessings. Both are in the pages of the Bible.
Give me the waters of Lethe that numb the heart, if they exist, I will still not have the power to forget you.
Oh Christ, he understood more than he wanted to right now. Give me a chance, Louis thought, and I’ll understand myself right into the nearest mental asylum.
Women always want to look younger, and I always want to look older, so I could look like Pliny the Younger. As a lover, that would give me the best of both worlds.
If you ask me a multiple part question, and half my answers are yes and half are no, I may just average them together and give you a definitive and vague maybe.
He looks at me for a long moment. “You’re not the type of woman who gives up easily, are you?” I can’t tell if he admires this trait or sees it as a sign of deteriorating mental health.
