Well, you know, Hubbard had a bunch of people sworn to commit suicide when he died. So of course he never officially died.
Now I know why the Lord took his day off on Sunday. That must be the day he personally greets his favorites.
What do you say when you feel your life is taken right from your chest, even though I miraculously find myself still breathing?
Happy endings come in different packages
With each spring comes new life, energy and green growth. In summer comes the sun, warm, kind and enduring. Fall brings its canvas of color in careful, gentle change. Winter brews into faithful strength, beauty in pure white. And then comes you. You are all that Nature offers, a blessing, a gift. . You are the fifth season.
I don't care how wonderful heaven is, I won't be content waiting thirty years for you.
Treating everyone she met like family, and burying needless critism of others so deep beneath the soil of everyday living that only kindness ever saw the light.
Yet seldom do they fail of their seed, And that will lie in the dust and rot to spring up again in times and places unlooked-for. The deeds of Men will outlast us.
I think half the troubles for which men go slouching in prayer to God are caused by their intolerable pride. Many of our cares are but a morbid way of looking at our privileges. We let our blessings get mouldy, and then call them curses.
I wish to share and pass down some of my generation's traits, and encourage young people to create their own art, music, and literature.
A lot of life is dealing with your curse, dealing with the cards you were given that aren't so nice. Does it make you into a monster, or can you temper it in some way, or accept it and go in some other direction?