Trying to remember old dreams. A voice. Who came in. And meanwhile the rain, all day, all evening, quiet steady sound. Before it grew too dark watched the blue iris leaning under the rain, the flame of the poppies guttered and went out. A voice. Almo...
We to believe. Young students try to believe in older authors, constituents try to believe in their congressmen, countries try to believe in their statesmen, but they . Too many voices, too much scattered, illogical, ill-considered criticism. It's wo...
[Knowing God]... call it love, yes, only that can sound too emotional, or call it faith, and that can sound too cerebral. And what is it? Both, and neither... [its] the decision to be faithful, the patient refusal of easy gratifications... of Jesus' ...
I should have written you a letter, it was too late to make the deaths of my brothers an excuse. Since they died, I wrote a book; why not a letter? A mysterious but truthful answer is that while I can gear myself up to do a novel, letters, real-life ...
If there is a hard, high wall and an egg that breaks against it, no matter how right the wall or how wrong the egg, I will stand on the side of the egg. Why? Because each of us is an egg, a unique soul enclosed in a fragile egg. Each of us is confron...
John Coffey: Poor old Del. Paul Edgecomb: Yeah. Poor old Del. John, you okay...? John Coffey: I could feel it from here. Paul Edgecomb: What do you mean? You could hear it. Is that what you mean? You could hear it. John Coffey: He out of it now, thou...
You've turned out good. You've made me proud, Markos. I am fifty-five years old. I have waited all my life to hear those words. Is it too late now for this? For us? Have we squandered too much for too long? Part of me thinks it is better to go on as ...
I don't delve too deep into reviews.
I live in too many cities.
Nothing is the everything too.
Life's too short. It's got to be great.
Nothing's too good for the Lord.
I'm not good with catty girls. I'm too laid-back.
For greed all nature is too little.
Religion is all-too-often a refuge for scoundrels.
It's superfun being a mom, but it's hard too.
I get a little too obsessive with work.
I hate being too pretty.
The dimensions of my feelings are too violent.
Emptiness is a Fullness too.
Usually I'm too tired to apologize.
