The chief beginning of evil is goodness in excess.
I'm not in love. It's a crush which is why it hurts. Crushes crush. Otherwise they'd be called awesomes. "I have an awesome on him.
I never understood the point of being sad when I could choose to be happy
I know. It's shocking to think that the government would try to stick its nose in our ladyparts.
Faith is accepting what makes no sense, what we cannot prove, but know down deep in our souls is real.
We're all people", he said simply. "It doesn't matter if you're two, thirty-two, or ninety-two. Everyone wants to be treated with respect. Everyone wants to feel like they matter in this world.
I almost can’t believe I’m going to make myself vulnerable to him again. But what is love but the most extreme and exquisite form of risk perception? I know that relationships don’t last. And yet, with him, the risk of not being with him is much worse than any other hurt I can imagine.
Entrepreneurship is not a civilized joust. It is streetfighting.
You shout and the valleys shout, or you sing and the valleys sing. Each heart is a valley. If you pour love into it, it will respond. The first lesson of love is not to ask for love, but just to give. Become a giver. And people are doing just the opposite. Even when they give, they give only with the idea that love should come back. It is a bargain. They don't share, they don't share freely. They share with a condition. They go on watching out of the corner of their eye whether it is coming back or not. Very poor people. . . they don't know the natural functioning of love.
We as young men need just one of our peers to stand up and trust his God completely and without reserve. We need just one who will start climbing the rugged mountain cliffs in the direction of his King. We need just one to hear the call of the wild, to charge the fields of Bannockburn and fight for something that really matters. I appeal to you, as a young man, to consider that throughout history, it has often been when one young man stood up to be counted that the course of a nation was forever altered.
It's very difficult to talk about the war dead and the fallen without invoking valor, without invoking the words 'heroes. ' I feel. . . uncomfortable about the word hero because it seems to me that it is so rhetorically proximate to justifications for more war.