The Jews detests the spirit of the nation in the midst of which they live.
Sometimes in the midst of all your boy drama, you just need a cupcake.
The story depicts also the troubled part of the hero's life which precedes and leads up to his death; and an instantaneous death occurring by 'accident' in the midst of prosperity would not suffice for it. It is, in fact, essentially a tale of suffering and calamity conducting to death.
It is an agreeable and yet a painful sense of novelty to stand for the first time in the midst of a people whose language and manners are different from one's own.
I recall feeling an almost delicious terror when one day I found myself alone in the midst of tall June grasses that grew high as my head. But here the secret working of self consciousness is almost too entangled with the things of the past for me to explain it.
In the midst of difficulties we are always ready to seize an advantage, we may extricate ourselves from misfortune.
A simple enough pleasure, surely, to have breakfast alone with one's husband, but how seldom married people in the midst of life achieve it.
He'd learned his lesson a long time ago: Even in the midst of heartbreak, you could still find yourself laughing.
I used to tiptoe up to my bedroom door and leap into my room in an attempt to surprise my dolls in the midst of some kind of action. Unfortunately, they were always too quick for me. I'm still disappointed about that.
Do the Pentecostals look back with shame as they remember when they dwelt across the theological tracks, but with the glory of the Lord in their midst? When they had a normal church life, which meant nights of prayers, followed by signs and wonders, and diverse miracles, and genuine gifts of the Holy Ghost? When they were not clock watchers, and their meetings lasted for hours, saturated with holy power? Have we no tears for these memories, or shame that our children know nothing of such power?
Truly we are passing through disastrous times, when we may well make our own the lamentation of the Prophet: "There is no truth, and there is no mercy, and there is no knowledge of God in the land" (Hosea 4:1). Yet in the midst of this tide of evil, the Virgin Most Merciful rises before our eyes like a rainbow, as the arbiter of peace between God and man.
God specifically created us to be like Him. This is impossible to wrap our minds around, but God created us like Him in some respect and then set us in the midst of this world to represent Him!
Compassion is easily forsaken in the midst of prosperity, even when this prosperity is God given.
The point is the love story. We live in a love story in the midst of war.
Wherever you go in the midst of movement and activity, carry your stillness with you. Then the chaotic movement around you will never overshadow your access to the reservoir of creativity, the field of pure potentiality.
We live in the midst of a creation that is groaning.
Ironically, gratitude's most powerful mysteries are often revealed when we are struggling in the midst of personal turmoil.
And from the midst of cheerless gloom I passed to bright unclouded day.
He was not oppressed by a crowd because in the midst of all the hullabaloo he always found a quiet place for his soul.
Those struggling with life-threatening thoughts do not feel connected to others. They feel all alone- even alone in the midst of a crowd.