We know how often in our lives through laziness and cowardice we give up the battle and try to hypnotise our minds into the belief that we are brave.
Conor held tightly onto his mother. And by doing so, he could finally let her go.
We don't say nothing more. What else is there to say? Everything and nothing. You can't say everything, so you don't say nothing.
I just stand there like a doofus wondering just what in the effing blazes is going on.
If you ever want to see how small you are in the plan of God, just stand at the edge of an ocean
Stories don’t end with the writers, however many started the race.
We have to lie to ourselves to live. Otherwise, we'd go crazy.
We can scarcely indeed look into any part of the sacred volume without meeting abundant proofs, that it is the religion of the Affections which God particularly requires. Love, Zeal, Gratitude, Joy, Hope, Trust, are each of them specified; and are not allowed to us as weaknesses, but enjoined on us as our bounden duty, and commended to us as our acceptable worship.
We have seen Indians in immense numbers, and all those on this coast of the Pacific contrive to make a good subsistence on various seeds, and by fishing.
I'll show Luke I can fit into the city. I'll show him I can be a true New Yorker. I'll go the gym, and then I'll eat a bagel, and I'll. . . shoot someone, maybe? Or maybe just the gym will be enough.
I think there is a great deal of interest still in the Christian faith.