Grace is the first and last moving cause of salvation; and faith, essential as it is, is only an important part of the machinery which grace employs. We are saved 'through faith,' but salvation is 'by grace'.
We don't know what's happened out there since they put us in here, or how many generations have lived and died since they did.We could be the last people left.
The last time you were happy about nothing; the first time you were afraid about nothing. Which came first?
...as he discovered in the course of his uncountable years that a lie is more comfortable than doubt, more useful than love, more lasting than truth...
Every so often, in the midst of chaos, you come across an amazing, inexplicable instance of civic responsibility. Maybe the last shred of faith people have is in their firemen.
A Guardian lover is the last thing you need, Wynn Myfanwy, she told herself sternly. Too bad it was the very first thing she wanted.
When I get down to my last dime I'll just walk over to skid row." "There are some real weirdos down there." "They're everywhere.
Some men give up their designs when they have almost reached the goal, while others, on the contrary, obtain a victory by exerting, at the last moment, more vigorous efforts than ever before
Everybody finished the song at different times. At last, only the Weasley twins were left singing along to a very slow funeral march.
He was not in the house. He did not come back that night. Days went by, and at last she understood that he would not return at all.
There was nothing sweet or gentle in our last kiss; it was filled with sorrow and desperation, of the bitter knowledge that we could've had something perfect, but it just wasn't meant to be.
Of course he was afraid of war. Only fools are not. Anaxantis was no fool. He was fully prepared to fight, but only as a last resort.
I have nothing to make me feel good, except for you. The last thing I want to do is turn you into my new drug of choice.
And then he winked. Jeez, I thought my heart would explode on the spot. The last time a guy winked at me was years ago, and that’d been a creepy mall Santa.
Stories never really end...even if the books like to pretend they do. Stories always go on. They don't end on the last page, any more than they begin on the first page.
So,” I said at last, staring at my hands. “How’s, uh, your car?” “I left it out on the street. Figured it’ll be fine there while I’m gone.
I had a dream about you last night. The champagne was non-alcoholic. You didn't notice, and laughed at my jokes anyway.
I had a dream about you last night.. You were playing with chicken livers and told me everyone was in quarantine.
I had a dream about you last night... I was a brick and you were a blanket. Damn that improbability drive.
I had a dream about you last night… it was raining and you were fishing for fire to set a sandcastle a flame.
I had a dream about you last night... you made a beard for yourself out of forty two bags of Twizzlers.
