The faces you clutch at desperately slip away; it's when you're not thinking about them that their features flash past. It can happen on a street corner, at the turn of a staircase, because somebody said a word, because some image, an image has passe...
Money talks, but tell me why all it says is just Goodbye.
At one time in the world there were woods that no one owned
Pain gives a certain depth to life.
Pain observed is journalistic pain. It's diplomatic pain. It's television pain, over as soon as you switch off your beastly set.
Why do men like me want sons?" he wondered. "It must be because they hope in their poor beaten souls that these new men, who are their blood, will do the things they were not strong enough nor wise enough nor brave enough to do. It is rather like ano...
Patience, grasshopper," said Maia. "Good things come to those who wait." "I always thought that was 'Good things come to those who do the wave,'" said Simon. "No wonder I've been so confused all my life.
Impatience is a particularly dangerous habit of the heart because everything worthwhile takes time. Good marriages take time. Spiritual maturity takes time. Financial stability takes time. Effective ministry takes time. Wisdom takes time. People who ...
She and Marie were Montreal girls, not trained to accompany heroes, or to hold out for dreams, but just to be patient.
The poor are always prophetic. As true prophets always point out, they reveal God's design. That is why we should take time to listen to them. And that means staying near them, because they speak quietly and infrequently; they are afraid to speak out...
At the heart of the celebration, there are the poor. If [they] are excluded, it is not longer a celebration. [...] A celebration must always be a festival of the poor.
All people who come to the dark come for power.
The test of real and vigorous thinking, the thinking which ascertains truths instead of dreaming dreams, is successful application to practice.
Prison is, simply put, the bottom rung of the welfare ladder.
The minutes ticked past. This is why peelers need a book. A wee paperback to stick in your pocket.
In his arms I’ve finally found the place I’ve been looking for, where fear can’t touch me, where memories can’t reach, where the past is forgotten and the present is enough. Where the present is, in fact, all that matters.
If we want to set out on the aruous search for the truth, we must all summon up the courage to leave the lines along which we have thought until now and as the first step begin to doubt everything that we previously accepted as correct and true. Can ...
flies can't help eatin' shit cause that's where their tastes lead 'em
No one disputes that seeming order can come out of the application of simple rules. But who wrote the rules?
Time after time, I have seen secrets tear people apart.
I've always been told my presence brightened up any room. One might think that went doubly for dank underground cell." (Jace)
