Once you begin to acknowledge random acts of kindness-both the ones you have received and the ones you have given - you can no longer believe that what you do does not matter.
Although only breath, words which I command are immortal.
May I write words more naked than flesh, stronger than bone, more resilient than sinew, sensitive than nerve.
When I look on you a moment, then I can speak no more, but my tongue falls silent, and at once a delicate flame courses beneath my skin, and with my eyes I see nothing, and my ears hum, and a wet sweat bathes me and a trembling seizes me all over.
You may forget but let me tell you this: someone in some future time will think of us
Beauty endures only for as long as it can be seen; goodness, beautiful today, will remain so tomorrow.
What cannot be said will be wept.
Give children toys that are powered by their imagination, not by batteries.
I felt that the Church was the Church of the poor,. . . but at the same time, I felt that it did not set its face against a social order which made so much charity in the present sense of the word necessary. I felt that charity was a word to choke over. Who wanted charity? And it was not just human pride but a strong sense of man's dignity and worth, and what was due to him in justice, that made me resent, rather than feel pround of so mighty a sum total of Catholic institutions.
“He has many things I haven’t got,” said Jace. “Like nearsightedness, bad posture, and an appalling lack of coordination. ” - Jace about Simon
I pray to the God within me that He will give me the strength to ask Him the right questions.