If service is the rent you pay for your existence on this earth, are you behind in your rent?
Twitter is the perpetual cocktail party where everyone is talking at once but nobody is saying anything.
You asked me once if I would still love you when your lips were puckered with age and your eyes were faded. I can assure you that I will still love you when I have only the strength (and the scant teeth) left to gum those puckered lips. I shall love you when your bones are sharp enough to pierce my fragile flesh. I shall love you when the light in my own eyes fades for good and yours is the last sweet face I see. Because I am and ever shall be.
Women are delicate creatures. Fragile. Gentle. Made by God to be sheltered from the harshness of this world. . Morgan MacDonnell
Before, you were only a dream. Now you're a dream come true
Alone. 'Twas her destiny to be ever surrounded by others, yet ever alone.
A true friend never asks you to feed their imaginary fish. Or fertilize their imaginary crops.
Nothing puzzles me more than time and space; and yet nothing troubles me less, as I never think about them.
My purpose in life is to do right and to glorify God.
Chorus of women: [. . . ] Oh! my good, gallant Lysistrata, and all my friends, be ever like a bundle of nettles; never let you anger slacken; the wind of fortune blown our way.
Once we turn, it’s new pretty, middle pretty, late pretty. ” Shay dropped her arms, and her board stopped drifting. “Then dead pretty.