It became plain very soon after our marriage that ours was to be a literary partnership.
But what do we know of the heart nearest to our own? What do we know of our own heart?
Love, our subject: we've trained it like ivy to our walls.
We often give our enemies the means for our own destruction.
When you look at our world, the truth is that we're all under the influence of politics.
Circumstances are beyond human control, but our conduct is in our own power.
Our imperfections make us unique as surely as our strengths.
Pain and suffering are inevitable in our lives, but misery is an option
Our thoughts are just a story our mind tell us.
This is the real warning of : The danger comes not from our suppressors but from our ovine willingness to be suppressed.
We have a choice - we can both think and feel, using our heads and our hearts.
We can't be empowered women in our career and strong women in our relationships if it weren't for the fact that we're healthy.
Blake took a small roll from the tray on the table, then put it back in favor of a larger one. And maybe a little butter. It certainly couldn't hurt. And jam...no, he drew the line at jam. She was a spy, after all.
She kept her head high, even as her eyes stung, even as panic filled her vision with warnings and precautions. It was not her fault he had liked her. It was not her fault she was cyborg. She would not apologize.
Lord, you're Irish," said Will. "Can you make things that don't have potatoes in them? We had an Irish cook once when I was a boy. Potato pie, potato custard, potatoes with potato sauce...
He had always tried to treat Havaa as a child and she always went along with it, as though childhood and innocence were fantastical creatures that had died long ago, resurrected only in games of make believe.
Two broken people don't make a whole! Without U, there is no us! Lord, I'm so thankful that U r the U in us!
There were these things and the flames ate these things, and since fire doesn't distinguish between the word of God and the word of the Soviet Communications Registry Bureau, both Qur'an and telephone directory returned to His mouth in the same inhal...
The festivities were broken up by Pandora, who lobbed a scoop of ice cream at Lex that landed on the table with a sticky sploosh. “Don’t let the door hit ya where the good Lord split ya!” she screeched, jigging back into the kitchen.
Grandpa had made the Lord seem so real, I wouldn't of been surprised if he'd said good night to Him. But after a long pause he just said a-men.
FAUSTUS. [Stabbing his arm.] Lo, Mephistophilis, for love of thee, I cut mine arm, and with my proper blood Assure my soul to be great Lucifer's, Chief lord and regent of perpetual night!
