Mark Twain wrote somewhere that the worst winter he ever spent was a summer in San Francisco.
You’re so authentic. You are who you are and you aren’t willing to apologize for it. I like that.
A successful marriage isn’t finding the right person, it’s being the right person.
Harry was on a God-given mission – a trial mission that was the opportunity of an eternity and one he hoped would become a permanent job if he performed well.
Being kind is like looking at your own reflection in the calm waters of a lake. Then the act of kindness ripples those waters, like a stone tossed upon the surface.
When Addie had signed up for this course she’d been determined to do whatever it took to get through with a passing grade. She hadn’t expected to enjoy it or even learn from it. Yet the novel they were studying was filled with life lessons that seemed to apply directly to her.
Christmas is a condition of the heart.
Isn’t that the way life goes? Just when everything seems perfect and nothing could possibly go wrong, then, boom, you’re tossed onto your butt, wondering what in the name of heaven happened.
Merry Christmas. His would be without the Merry for sure.
Ibrahim’s eyes darkened with an emotion Mark was unable to read. “I won’t leave you; no, my friend, it is not possible.” “Go,” Mark whispered again from between his parched lips. “Get your family to safety. I’m too weak.” “You will make it,” Ibrahim insisted. “I give you my strength. Shatha gives you her strength, too. We go as one. What is it you Americans say? No man left behind. I more American now than Iraqi. I not leave you behind. What you say – no way? I say no way I leave you.” Mark.
Emotions can become habits – she said haltingly as she wiped her eyes. But habits can be changed”.
She’d taken ten years off his life, frightening him the way she had, and now he’d easily subtracted another ten by kissing her. If he spent much more time with Jenna Campbell, he’d be dead inside a week.
If kindness can alter two people’s attitudes toward each other, just imagine what it could do to change our world, one relationship at a time.
Beth’s father waited until he had everyone’s attention and then instructed them to join hands. He bowed his head. Sam did as well, although he had no idea what had concerned both of the women in the other man’s life. “Good friends,” Phillip said, “good meat. Good God, let’s eat.
He’s a man, after all. They want to know what they believe they need to know, which is minimal because they are raw, uncivilized, unrefined animals. They talk endlessly about themselves and puff up their chests. Give him the basics, off he goes.
I don’t think you need to worry about me marrying Jack,” she assured him. He parked at the curb and cut the engine and then said the oddest thing. “Good.” Good? He didn’t want her to remarry? What a strange reaction, considering that he’d been married to Marge for fourteen years.
Good friends, good meat. Good God, let’s eat!
To his credit, Cain had resisted as best he could, but it was as if she were the sun, spreading her glow and warmth over him. Without him ever meaning for it to happen, he found himself caught up in the centrifugal force that was Julia. He’d been swept up by the happiness he felt when he was with her, the feeling of belonging, which was something he hadn’t felt in a good long while. It was like an elixir he was fast coming to crave.
I could break into sobs at the drop of a pin,” she admitted, and tried to laugh it off, but the only sound that came out was reminiscent of something one might hear on the Syfy channel.
The yarn forms the stitches, the knitting forges the friendships, the craft links the generations.” – Karen Alfke, “Unpattern” designer and knitting instructor LYDIA HOFFMAN.