Within a moment of silence, all is known that needs to be known. Within a moment of breath, all of life surrounds you...from the stars, the sun, the trees and all of humanity. Within a moment of a smile, love embraces the universe and beyond. It only...
[the town sits at dinner on the Fourth of July] Ma Ginger: A police car has just been seen in town and it has just made the turn up Canyon Road! So they'll be here any minute. Martha: Should I ring the bell? Tom: No, Martha. Grace probably heard.
María Álvarez: What about our money? Felipe: What about it? You two ran off with the merchandise! María Álvarez: You have the pellets back! Felipe: Exactly, we have them back and we don't need you anymore. You're not worth a fuck now.
María Álvarez: I think I'm pregnant Juan: You want to get married? María Álvarez: Do you love me? Juan: [annoyed] Don't start on that. María Álvarez: [mad] You're going to marry someone you don't love?
Grace: Why are you so nice to me? Mason: You being serious now? Well, it's easy. It's because you are the weirdest, most beautiful person that I've ever met in my whole entire life.
Father Byles: [Praying with passengers as the ship is sinking] Hail Mary, Mother of God. Pray for us sinners now within the hour of our death. Amen. Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee; blessed art thou amongst women [voice fades as Jack ...
If you've ever been to a poetry slam, you know that the highest scoring emotion is self-righteous indignation: how dare you judge me. So in that way, the poem, 'What Teachers Make,' is an absolutely formulaic slam poem designed to allow me to get up ...
It took me about three years to write About Grace. I wasn't teaching two of those years, so I was working eight-hour days, five days a week. And it would include research and reading - it wasn't just a blank page, laying down words.
Despite what you think you know, sometimes your plans may be interrupted. Because you were designed for a purpose. You are on a mission to achieve greatness. No matter what obstacles lie in your path, you will reach your destination. Remember God's g...
For decades I have tried to peel back the layers of mystery surrounding many marine creatures, though most have held tightly to their secrets. One animal that keeps me pondering is the shark. Spellbound by these enigmatic animals since I first encoun...
Every poet will forever try to write the greatest poem ever written, I have found that this kind of poem can be written with “One” word. And that word consists of a beauty beyond any measure to man and one of the most beauty creations to grace th...
Reflection is time sensitive; and with the realization that the 'present' and 'future' can be altered, it is also purposeful, for we can set goals to grow into a graceful work of art. Reflection is deliberate and purposeful. It is our past that provi...
To save a man and thereby to spare a father's agony and a mother's feelings is not to do a noble deed, it is but an act of humanity.
The relationship between ethics and thrift can be summed up in one sentence. It is wrong to save money at the expense of others. Period.
You had to risk your life to get love. You had to get right to the edge of death to ever be saved.
She clung to the memories of her youth as if they were the only way she could save a piece of her soul from whatever it was she was about to face.
...sometimes we enter art to hide within it. It is where we can go to save ourselves, where a third-person voice protects us.
She must face the forest of her mother’s past in order to save herself and the one she loves.
If there were several ways to dwell with a perfect God, God wouldn't have had to leave His glory, entering a dead world to save us.
Life’s just a sacrifice, a ransom We pay to Death for Love to save, Which turns to be as great as handsome To get a blessing from the grave.
Aw, Poke, you poor, kind, decent, stupid girl. You saved me and I let you down.
