Please promise to take the very best care of my only girl. With so much love my heart might split in two...
My mother gave me a disappointed look. Then I gave her one back. Mine was for everything, not just the sandwich.
But it turns out Joy is a house built from the same bricks as Sorrow. Pleasure is a poem, and it uses the same words as Pain.
I need to figure out the secret. I need to work out how to keep things flying back to me instead of always flying away.
If that's what you believe the Lord is calling you to do, then you can be confident He'll go ahead of you.
At home they thought of white people as a vague but powerful entity--like the forces that control the weather, that capable of destruction, that hidden from view.
When you have a watch, time is like a swimming pool. There are edges and sides. Without a watch, time is like the ocean. Sloppy and vast.
We are not pleasant people here, for the story of war is always the story of hate; it makes no difference with whom one fights. The hate destroys you.
I don't desire a change of scenery or exotic experiences. My heart yearns for familiarity, stability, the comfort of home- and my sanity depends on it.
I don't desire a change of scenery or exotic experiences. My heart yearns for familiarity, stability, the comfort of home — and my sanity depends on it.
Home is the best place to teach young men and women about God’s kind of love.
Death is a lot like prom - loud, overdone, and although the guy you came with was cool, you never know who'll end up taking you home.
Whenever you go on a trip to visit foreign lands or distant places, remember that they are all someone's home and backyard.
We were wearing diapers at the same time. We didn’t grow up together, however. I was in the crib, and she was playing cribbage in the nursing home.
My lips touched hers, like two butterflies in the wind. Then I went home, cut off my eyelids, and I’ve been living in darkness since.
I’m getting gray hair in all sorts of crazy places. Like all over my carpet. It’s like I live in a nursing home, except without all the sex.
You are my home; it is in your loving gaze that I find the comfort, acceptance, and the sense of belonging.
She took comfort in the familiarity of his smell, knowing that if she lost all her possessions and her home, at least she would have her family.
You cannot thrive under the wrong stars, Kricket… the stars here are in opposition to you… can’t you feel it?… Let us take you home.
The contemplative man always lives alone. Regardless of who may reside in his home, his is a solitary world.
A very smart woman once asked me, 'Do you think money is the answer to everything?' I have a family issue and I'm going home
