Yep, there's special eyes that only Jesus can give. When people have special eyes, they can see past a person's face and show other people love.
The only moral it is possible to draw from this story is that one should never throw the Q letter into a privet bush, but unfortunately there are times when it is unavoidable.
The story so far: In the beginning the Universe was created. This has made a lot of people very angry and been widely regarded as a bad move.
Every part of life changes with every breath we take. If you don’t like where your story is headin’, you fight your fate with everything you have.
And yet, wasn't the terrific thing about stories the fact that they joined readers together, that they made people realize they were not alone in their hopes, dreams, and fears?
We take creative license with the fictional narratives that become our memories. Anthologized, these are the tales that become the story of your life.
Life is a big story. Music is just one way to tell it, to realize how many tales all kinds of people share.
You and me are going to have so much fun, Rose. Picking out curtains, doing each other's hair, telling ghost stories....
What are you working on?” Mr. K. was asked. Mr. K. replied: “I’m having a hard time; I’m preparing my next mistake.
Carefully analyze the old stories that you choose to perpetually tell, for these are really life-long meditations.
You can do more with a castle in a story than with the best cardboard castle that ever stood on a nursery table.
Develop new stories from new positive experiences and relationships — the experiences of your emerging new self!
Mine could not be a story about the building of character, but about its erosion, about the slow accumulation of small forces and events that ultimately dries the soul and leaves the heart empty.
Fire will burn any human body it touches, and starvation will waste it, but stories are not so predictable in their effects.
The short story, I should point out, is perforce a labor of love in today's literary world; there's precious little economic incentive to write one...
Paris c'est comme une histoire d'amour, on se souvient seulement des beaux jours. (Paris is like a love story, you only remember the sunny days.)
It is a good rule in life never to apologize. The right sort of people do not want apologies, and the wrong sort take a mean advantage of them.
I stayed there on the floor like that for a long, long time. Eating and crying. Crying and eating.
I will continue to write moral stories in rhymed couplets. But I should be thrice a fool if I did it for aught but my own entertainment.
Your fear remains strong. You are not ready to face your story, preferring instead to surround yourself with knots. Someday, they will strangle you.
Fear has no brains; it is an idiot. The dismal witness that it bears and the cowardly counsel that it whispers are unrelated.
