You will not see anyone who is truly striving after his spiritual advancement who is not given to spiritual reading.
Massie's frindship is something that has to be earned. Not because she's beautiful or popular but because she's loyal.
One by one, drops fell from her eyes like they were on an assembly line - gather, fall, slide. . . gather, fall, slide. . . each one commemorating something she had lost. Hope. Faith. Confidence. Pride. Security. Trust. Independence. Joy. Beauty. Freedom. Innocence.
Inspiration is all around us. Don't let the brain limit the mind.
This is our big chance to see what people think of us. The real us. We have to show em there's nothing to be afraid of. If we don't get over our fears, they never will.
The Clique: The only thing harder then getting in is staying in.
A good boss asks what part she could have played in the problem. And then she asks herself what she can do better next time.
The front door flew open, and Mary shot out of the house, jumping off the porch, not even bothering with the steps to the ground. She ran over the frost-laden grass in her bare feet and threw herself at him, grabbing on to his neck with both arms. She held him so tightly his spine cracked. She was sobbing. Bawling. Crying so hard her whole body was shaking. He didn't ask any questions, just wrapped himself around her. I'm not okay," she said hoarsely between breaths. "Rhage. . . I'm not okay.
Your whole appearance is a lie and it could never be true. And if you really loved yourself, then you would try and be you.
I think there should be a good balance between being a good student and being able to enjoy your high school life.
I shall die, but that is all that I shall do for Death; I am not on his pay-roll.