When a rap song glorifies violence, death and sadness and loss is inflicted because of the violence.
. . . poking a lump of red Jello that jiggles outrageously, like a breast I once knew.
When you are five, you know your age down to the month. Even in your twenties, you know how old you are. I'm twenty-three you say, or maybe twenty-seven. But then in your thirties, something strange starts to happen. It is a mere hiccup at first, an instant of hesitation. How old are you? Oh, I'm--you start confidently, but then you stop. You were going to say thirty-three, but you are not. You're thirty-five. And then you're bothered, because you wonder if this is the beginning of the end. It is, of course, but it's decades before you admit it.
Keeping up the appearance of having all your marbles is hard work, but important.
After sixty-one years together, she simply clutched my hand and exhaled.
Must protect my little pockets of happiness.
The sky the sky- same as it always was.
The more we sympathize with excellence, the more we go out of self, the more we love, the broader and deeper is our personality.
Darkness exists to make light truly count.
God is near at hand when you do approach Him in prayer. Oh, comforting truth! A God at hand to hear the softest breath of prayer-to listen to every confession of sin-to every cry of need-to every utterance of sorrow-to every wail of woe-to every appeal for counsel, strength, and support. Arise, O my soul! and give yourself to prayer; for God is near at hand to hear and answer you.
We never stop reading, although every book comes to an end, just as we never stop living, although death is certain.