It was a failure of pedagogical nerve, she reminded herself, to give up on a student.
Trying is fine. Failing is inevitable. Don’t let it devour you.
Stop judging your life only by the failures," he whispered. "What should I do?" she whispered. "I'm always going to fail." "We all do," he said softly, his voice closer now. "We all fail. But none of us fail all the time.
You asked the Holy Spirit for a miracle, and now that you’ve got one you’re trying to argue it away. People who don’t believe in miracles shouldn’t pray for them.
The day you learn to be publically specific in your prayer, that is the day you will discover power.
I can believe whatever I want to believe. Who's to prove me wrong this side of the big dirt nap? Doesn't matter, either, what anyone believes. Or whether anyone else believes what believe. The important thing is to believe. Really, truly . That's why...
Maybe He’s already given you a miracle. You just can’t see it.
These were people who hunted for a way to erase the haunted, malnourished gaze from their souls and replace it with their faith in freedom and safety.
Being the first born gives you great patience.
My own family were far from perfect, yet I thanked the Lord that I had them, even if they did sometimes make me want to kill them all.
A figure stood at the far end, cloaked in black and beckoning him.
Humans are strange. … They value punishment because they think it means their actions are important—that are important. … it's vanity.
I don't need a man to be happy.
Sheep buggerers!" he roared. "I was only going to eat your women and rape your men until you did that!
My parents think the longer the name, the more powerful the sorcerer, so they named me Cassandra Morgan Ursula Margaret Scot. You can call me Cassie.
My dad liked to say that magic itself is never black; only the uses to which it is put, but mind magic is already tinted a deep, dark gray.
He looks a hell of a lot like me, only a fair bit older.
When God made man she was practicing.
I disapprove of matrimony as a matter of principle.... Why should any independent, intelligent female choose to subject herself to the whims and tyrannies of a husband? I assure you, I have yet to meet a man as sensible as myself! (Amelia Peabody)
Why is everything always my decision?" I asked. Because you will not tolerate anything else." Oh, I remembered now. "Great", I whispered. - Anita to Jean-Claude
Most civilizations had more fiction than they did real history.
