His is the same fear most everyone has, everyone for me for the fact that I cannot.
If this is the freedom you speak of… I want no part of it.
I’m changing and I’m terrified of how weak I feel, how vulnerable my flesh and soul has become because of this girl.
Everyone wishes for a better life, and yet they want nothing to change.
Trust in Him with everything I have even if I have nothing, and right now, that’s about all I’ve got.
Fight, Zinnia, for your soul. You only have one, and one shall remain once you’ve escaped his clutches… Do not give up on yourself, for strength… it comes… from God.
What a burden it must be to know all the terrible things you’ve done and support it with arms unfit to carry it all.
I learned later that I had smartly discovered the way of defeating anything: believing that you’re stronger than you are.
I don’t have all the answers I need yet, and I’m not ready to give up until I completely understand the purpose I serve and what it is I’m supposed to do.
The light will and can never be smothered in darkness.
I picked up the back of the shirt, the light breen scales shimmering in the makeshift lighting of the bathroom. Something light swims up inside of me. Something like hope. Maybe I would be able to do it.
You may have told me your story, but you’re still practically a stranger to me. I don’t know the you that you are right now as well as I know your past.
Desire without action will collapse all hope built inside.
There is always going to be evil as long as goodness lives on.
Have faith in the powers at work, Cressa, because when you do, you’ll believe. And when you believe, mountains become like feathers.
He will protect me if it is his will. It is not up to me whether I live or die. Either way, Heaven is what’ll wait for me – the light at the end of the tunnel.
I knew I had a choice. Either let you die and have the world blanketed with evil, or save you and make one dark moment for my best friend while the world continues to grow with light.
But, Leader, she is wrong – “Maybe she is,” Quill say and looks at Becca. Her heart pounds so hard she can barely hear him. “But you don’t know that for sure, now do you, Banshee?
Emotions rage inside me, something like a world war twisting inside my stomach and poking holes in my lungs. I can’t pick apart reality from fantasy – does that mean insanity isn’t far from my reach?
We need some controversy every now and then. Without it, we would never know where we stand as individuals: with the crowd or by yourself.
Lonely world if you don’t have anyone to rule over.