The past exudes legend: one can't make pure clay of time's mud.
Ah, love. That’s what the world has lost. There’s no more love, only the illusion of it.
Words like 'unputdownable' and 'irresistible' are simply not enough for Cat Winters's In the Shadow of Blackbirds. Days after finishing this story, it remains the first thought I have in the morning, and the thing that haunts me until I sleep.
Set fire to the broken pieces; start anew.
I think she's brave. I think that nobody has ever believed what she could be capable of. All her life, nobody was listening.
Fall has always been my favorite season. The time when everything bursts with its last beauty, as if nature had been saving up all year for the grand finale.
We writers are resilient souls.
A people may prefer a free government, but if by momentary discouragement or temporary panic, or a fit of enthusiasm for an individual, they can be induced to lay their liberties at the feet of even a great man, or trust him with powers to subvert their institutions, in all these cases they are unfit for liberty.
When you choose to focus on today and all the possibilities that lie ahead you automatically release your grip on yesterday. Layers of the past gradually fall away and you are soon set free
My patriotism is not an exclusive thing. It is all-embracing and I should reject that patriotism which sought to mount the distress or exploitation of other nationalities.
And our wise Father in heaven knows when we're going to need things too. Don't run out ahead of Him.