Like blood out of a wound, a keening wail rose from the bottom of my heart and ripped through the graveyard. I lowered my face to Hadassah's shoulder and went quietly and thoroughly to pieces.
Faith in Jesus is the most important event in the history of a child’s life.
Narrow all your interests until your mind, heart, and body are focused on Jesus Christ.
Spiritual maturity is a lifelong pursuit. We grow in spiritual maturity moment by moment, day by day, year by year.
In my inmost heart I believed that I could succeed where others failed, and now I had the opportunity to test myself.
God works through people by stirring their hearts and sometimes people never know how they are helping others.
People often mistake their imagination for their heart, & so often are convinced they are converted as soon as they start thinking of becoming converted.
He would never admit it, but he did have a heart of gold under all that crud. Solid, hard, impenetrable gold, but still gold, nonetheless.
Words will never fully capture what is alive in our hearts. It would be a shame, though, if we denied our bears their dancing.
I love you, Marks. My heart is completely and utterly yours. And unfortunately for you, the rest of me comes with it.
Eventually, I’ll grow sick and perish. Die on the floor, a young girl—who even when in the presence of company, still feels the loneliness that looms over her heart.
I love you with so much of my heart that none is left to protest.
I don't want Sydney ever to feel like my second choice, when I know in my heart that she's the right choice. The only choice.
Betrayed and wronged in everything, I’ll flee this bitter world where vice is king, And seek some spot unpeopled and apart Where I’ll be free to have an honest heart.
When I die of heart failure the next time you frighten me like that, you can put that on my gravestone —‘I didn’t mean to startle her
We [of Thelema] are whole-hearted extroverts; the penalty of restricting one is anything from neurosis to down right lunacy; in particular, melancholia.
I discovered that private things were mostly sour. They sat spoiling in the corners of your heart for so long that by the time you acknowledged them you were dealing with something rancid.
...to the last I grapple with thee; from hell's heart I stab at thee; for hate's sake I spit my last breath at thee.
I spit out to my heart and my mind. when you collect them together, they can not show the resistance of a average dick.
I spit out to my heart and my mind. when you collect them together, they can not show the resistance of an average dick.
An imperfect human heart, perfectly shattered, was her conclusion. A condition so common as to be virtually universal, rendering issues of right and wrong almost incidental.
