I think it's contentment. Where you have everything you ever wanted, all together in one place. It's quieter than excitement, but, [...] maybe it's better.
Home is the best place to teach young men and women about God’s kind of love.
It's easier to miss her at a cemetery, where she's never been anything but dead, than to miss her at all the places where she was alive.
That was bliss. Being cared for. Wanted. Feeling so necessary to someone’s existence that there was no place for the loneliness inside her.
She placed her hands, one on each of his shoulders, stood on her toes and kissed him on the lips. He waited, enjoying the moment like none before.
My faith is a tool I employ, a metaphorical context I find apt, but it is inert until placed in a hand that needs it.
No man can be ideally successful until he has found his place. Like a locomotive, he is strong on the track, but weak anywhere else.
The human heart may find here and there a resting-place short of the highest height of affection, but we seldom stop in the steep, downward slope of hatred.
The thought of a comedy with paid prostitutes always seemed so silly and purposeless, for a person hired by me could never take the place of my imagination of a 'cruel mistress'.
The sense of mystery must always be, for mystery means being guided by obedience to Someone Who knows more than I do.
Whenever you go on a trip to visit foreign lands or distant places, remember that they are all someone's home and backyard.
people proclaimed, a justification for atrocities best left forgotten. They would cling to this oversimplified truth while trading pats on the back and placing flowers on graves.
What is perfect, anyway? The absence of perfection and the existence of human nature in place of something we want to do or we don’t want to do, is an excuse, not an exoneration.
contemporary poetry is a kind of Reykjavik, a place where accessibility and intelligence have been fighting a Cold War by proxy for the last half-century.
There's no such thing as a limited victory. Every victory leaves another resentment, another defeated and humiliated people. Another place to guard and defend and fear.
...it's just as bad to live in a place where what you do see isn't there as it is to live in one where what you don't see is.
Because, Jack, you volunteered to be taken down into eternal torment in place of her. This is the absolute (unless I'm mistaken) that any female requires from her man.
No matter how close people get, they never reach each other. Including us now. Even now, there's a place where each of us is alone.
Two fixed ideas can no more exist together in the moral world than two bodies can occupy one and the same place in the physical world.
Without rules, there’d be nothing to break. Well, except glass, dance, and bricks. So I guess bricks could be stacked up in place of a list of rules.
I think I might have to place you under arrest for trespassing. But I always go easy on pretty girls who confess.