Lord, I am willing to break MY heart that I might satisfy THY heart.
Meditating on the nature and dignity of prayer can cause saying at least one thing to God: Lord, teach us to pray!
I'd burn the salad, suh. Us of the fatal beauty type are pretty awful cooks if y' ask me. - Dorothea Duckfontein Dillworthy "Dotti
I don't spill my drinks on just any man, you know." She touched his cheek. "only dashing shark lovers with pantydropping accents.
I want you alone," he whispered, gliding a hand around her hip, "on a slow boat to China. Days together, nights... rocking on the waves.
Why was life so unfair that the one guy she felt uncontrollable chemistry with ---even when they weren't even touching ---was the only guy she had to keep her hands off?
Often you don't know whether a woman is friend, enemy or lover until it is too late. Sometimes, she is all three.
Let most men have a finger and they will have the whole hand before you know. Let a clan cheif have a finger and he will have the entire arm.
I thought, gazing at the beauty of the landscape again, it is as though the fiend has prevailed against the angels, and fixed his throne in a heaven, to rule it as though it were Hell.
Physical reality is one of the biggest horror movies of all, and you know how we love horror movies.
He found himself understanding the wearisomeness of this life, where every path was an improvisation and a considerable part of one's waking life was spent watching one's feet.
To relinquish the futile effort to control change is one of the strengthening forces of true detachment & thus true love.
The world is indeed a better place when there is love, friendship, acceptance and hope. Powered by these you can indeed overcome anything including destiny.
Verence would rather cut his own leg off than put a witch in prison, since it'd save trouble in the long run and probably be less painful.
If you really want to upset a witch, do her a favor which she has no means of repaying. The unfulfilled obligation will nag at her like a hangnail.
When you delight yourself in the Lord, His Word and His ways become the focus and foundation of your life.
Did he just say--?" "Yes," Claire said, smiling. "Yes, he did." "Whoa. Guess I'd better stay alive, then.
You stole my paranoia," she said. "I was going to say, 'Don't go.' But you're going to no matter what I say, aren't you?
If the painter wishes to see beauties that charm him, it lies in his power to create them, and if he wishes to see monstrosities that are frightful, ridiculous, or truly pitiable, he is lord and God thereof.
Very efficient," a new voice said approvingly. He decided to take it as a sign of approval, anyway. The speaker was a European-looking youth with a slightly haughty air.
He had known that power requires to be used; that the world compels the exercise of power if one possesses it. And that necessity constrains what one may do with power.
