Sticks and stones may break your bones but words will never hurt. Lies. Words hurt. The words we remember. Well, the hurt feeling the words caused stays with us forever.
The poets are supposed to liberate the words – not chain them in phrases. Who told the poets they were supposed to think? Poets are meant to sing and to make words sing. Writers don't own their words. Since when do words belong to anybody? 'Your ve...
A man's words reveal, first, the man. The words are not the man, and yet they reveal him faithfully and are to be identified with him. Out of the abundance of the heart, the man speaks. The foundational nature of all language is therefore metaphorica...
A writer is a person who cares what words mean, what they say, how they say it. Writers know words are their way towards truth and freedom, and so they use them with care, with thought, with fear, with delight. By using words well they strengthen the...
A single woman, with a very narrow income, must be a ridiculous, disagreeable old maid! The proper sport of boys and girls, but a single woman, of good fortune, is always respectable, and may be as sensible and pleasant as any body else.
When we'd suggested doing it, the Theatre Royal management had said, 'Nobody wants to see Waiting for Godot.' As it happened, every single ticket was booked for every single performance, and this confirmation that our judgment was right was sweet. Au...
I think poor poetry writing skills are excused when you’re simply trying to flush out emotions.
It’s so evident to me now that just because someone is a great guy doesn’t guarantee we’ll make a great couple, no matter how much I work at it and want it.
I’ve been so caught up with mapping out a picture-perfect “forever” that I’m completely neglecting my present, which I have far more control over anyway.
I wasn’t expecting him to light candles or scatter rose petals. But I just made myself infertile for him, so the least he could’ve done was make the bed.
Some scientists hypothesize that having children is the only reason romantic love came about. It kept couples together long enough to mate and see a baby through infancy.
First off, let’s clear this up—fries are not a side dish and you can’t count those as a vegetable. Sorry.
Once your past no longer has the power to define you, your future is, quite literally, yours for the taking. Every single beautiful thing you could possibly want or imagine will be yours.
There are often beams in our eye that we know not of. Let us therefore ask that our eye may become single, for then we ourselves shall become wholly single.
The stretching of your faith is immediate pain that results in ultimate gain. It is in the waiting that we become who we are meant to be.
Some steps need to be taken alone. It's the only way to really figure out where you need to go and who you need to be.
A season of loneliness and isolation is when the caterpillar gets its wings. Remember that next time you feel alone.
The way you treat people who are in no position to help you, further you, or benefit you reveals the true state of your heart.
Your message, your ministry, your influence is built from your flaws. People relate to HUMANITY...not perfection.
You’ve gotta love yourself enough to look INSIDE you & not BESIDE you for your joy, confidence, & self worth.
That’s the thing about fear. It can only hang around until faith enters the room, then it’s forced to flee.
