If you listen to the wind very carefully, you’ll be able to hear me whisper my love for you.
You are mine,I am yours; you may be sure of this. You’ve been locked inside my heart, the key has been thrown away; within it, you must always stay.
Accidents ambush the unsuspecting, often violently, just like love.
Heaven is an idea constructed by man to help him cope with the fact that life on earth is both brutally short and, paradoxically, far too long.
You never know what is enough unless you know what is more than enough.
Some day soon,” Lance said, “you’ll walk out of here and have to decide how you’re going to live the rest of your lives. Will you be defined by what other people see, or by the essence of your soul?
There I lay, wearing dead people as armor against death.
…She kissed me on my thin lips and all my words were pushed back into my mouth. “I don’t want to die,” she whispered, “but I need to lose the shackles of this multitude of hearts.
The urge is always with me to retouch yesterday’s canvas with today’s paintbrush and cover the things that fill me with regret..
As Blake wrote in The Marriage of Heaven and Hell: “You never know what is enough unless you know what is more than enough.
She says the problem with most Christians is that they show up once a week to pray that God’s will be done- and when it is, they complain.
What is it like to wear another person’s skin?”“I don’t have a good answer for that,” I said. “It hurts.”“Can you remember their stories? Can you feel the love that they felt?
Talking with the mouth of a beast won’t ease your pain.
Hell is a choice because salvation is available to anyone who seeks it.
That which abides the fire shall become clean. The water of separation shall purify. The Lord is a consuming fire. That which can’t abide the fire shall go through water.
It was not long before I discovered that withdrawing addicts lost their composure in exactly the same manner that careless millionaires lose their money: gradually, then suddenly.
Everything burns if the flame is hot enough. The world is nothing but a crucible.
I am not a hero in soul and never will be, but I am better than I was. Or so I tell myself; and for now, that is enough.
Boredom was my bedmate and it was hogging the sheets.