The greater part of the truth is always hidden, in regions out of the reach of cynicism.
Those that hate goodness are sometimes nearer than those that know nothing at all about it and think they have it.
You can't go back and change the beginning, but you can start where you are and change the ending.
I believe in Christianity as I believe that the sun has risen: not only because I see it, but because by it I see everything else.
To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable.
Those who put themselves in His hands will become perfect, as He is perfect- perfect in love, wisdom, joy, beauty, health, and immortality. The change will not be completed in this life, for death is an important part of the treatment. How far the change will have gone before death in any particular Christian is uncertain.
God gives His gifts where He finds the vessel empty enough to receive them.
Scared is what you're feeling. Brave is what you're doing.
We Jamaicans are not so much stressed about time, you know, but you have to stay on top of it. And, of course, on the track, every time we go on the track, it is all about the seconds and the fractions of a second that count.
It's numbers like these that both bubble-theorists and market cheerleaders can pounce on to make their points. Reality is more mundane.
It's kind of like when you look at yourself in the mirror and you say your name. And it gets to a point where none of it seems real.