Gratitude is the real treasure God wants us to find, because it isn't the pot of gold but the rainbow that colors our world.
One grateful thought is a ray of sunshine. A hundred such thoughts paint a sunrise. A thousand will rival the glaring sky at noonday - for gratitude is light against the darkness.
Mother nature changes her looks for the same reason any woman changes her looks—to be noticed.
It's good to look at life from the bottom up so you can see that things have risen above what they once were.
You were born and with you endless possibilities, very few ever to be realized. It's okay. Life was never about what you do, but what you do.
To punish someone for your own mistakes or for the consequences of your own actions, to harm another by shifting blame that is rightly yours; this is a wretched and cowardly sin.
Talk to me. Say something, anything," he pleaded quietly as if he was trying to tame a wild animal. "There's nothing to say." He looked up and lowered his eyebrows on his eyes. "Why did you kiss me?
A single act of kindness is like a drop of oil on a patch of dry skin—seeping, spreading, and affecting more than the original need.
When a person boldly declares, he might as well add on, , knowing that this spoken roadblock only serves to fuel a challenge in naturally stubborn souls.
We hunger after the sweet nectar of happiness without understanding that it is harvested from the flowering field of good deeds.
I'm starting to think this world is just a place for us to learn that we need each other more than we want to admit.
Christmas is like candy; it slowly melts in your mouth sweetening every taste bud, making you wish it could last forever.
Christmas is our annual reminder to —pondering celestial stars, to —serving those in need, and to —glorifying our Lord in humble prayer.
Christmas Eve was a night of song that wrapped itself about you like a shawl. But it warmed more than your body. It warmed your heart...filled it, too, with melody that would last forever.
Happiness isn't reserved for privileged individuals. It is a state of mind that can neither be bought nor stolen nor traded; it is a liberty available to anyone.
If only this great concern we have for our own sensitive feelings expanded to encompass the feelings of our fellow men.
Take a table and I’ll join you in a second.’’ When he walked away I did something I couldn’t be scolded for doing. I checked out his ass in his jeans and…that looked good.
He brought his forehead against mine and we breathed the same air, slowly to try and find our composure. But it was impossible for me as long as he’s so close to me. “You’re ruining me.’’ “You me.
I closed my eyes and immediately I pictured Brooklyn’s full lips parted on a moan, her eyes glassy and her pupils dilated, her cheeks flushed and her body…her smoking body bared only for me.
I settle into my imagination so that I might someone when the real world tells me I'm no one.
No matter how hard they try, they'll never create anything so perfectly beautiful as what plays out in my own imagination.
