All I know is that I was blind, but now I see; that though I kick and scream, love is leading me. And every step of the way His grace is making me. With every breath I breathe, He is saving me. And I believe.
She seemed older, no longer shocked that such a thing could happen in the world, but heartbroken because it had. her tears struck Janner as the right kind of tears.
Love is not a feeling in your chest; it is bending down to wash another’s feet.
The gospel gives me hope, and hope is not a language the dark voices understand.
I want to use my gifts to tell the truth, and to tell it as beautifully as I can.
So he held her and he prayed. Shafts of moonlight on his face. But the baby in her womb, He was the maker of the moon. He was the author of the fate that could make the mountains move.
Well “I do” are the two most famous last words. The beginning of the end. But to lose your life for another I’ve heard is a good place to begin.
Winter is where hope lies happy.
Hey, angel, your horns are sticking up.
When children say it’s time to leave, they mean, “It’s time to leave.” When grownups say so, they really mean, “It’s time to begin thinking about leaving sometime in the near future.
He wanted to be alone, and he wanted to be found.
That doesn’t mean it isn’t true. The Shining Isle exists as surely as the floor you’re standing on. It may be hard to believe, but it’s real, I tell you. Sometimes in the middle of the night, the sun can seem like it was only ever a dream. We need something to remind us that it still exists, even if we can’t see it. We need something beautiful hanging in the dark sky to remind us there is such a thing as daylight. Sometimes, Queen Sara” – Armulyn strummed his whistleharp – “music is the moon.
Love runs stronger than blood. Deeper than any name you could give me.” – Maraly.
That evil was a nameless evil, an evil whose name was Gnag the Nameless.
Even if hope is just a low ember at night, in the morning you can still start a fire.