You’re a first-class bastard, Doug.” This time he grinned because he’d heard the light trace of respect. “I like first class, Whitney. I’m going to live there the rest of my life.
We can’t have choice and free will and still be fated.
It’s always seemed to me things are more exciting when you’re not looking and you find them.
And the light shineth in the darkness; and the darkness comprehended it not. – John 1:5.
There’re twenty-four hours in every day. Isn’t there enough reality in that so we can put a small portion of time aside for wishing?
Love has no end, no borders, no limits. The more you give, the more there is.
You can have a coke since you never did learn to be civilized and drink coffee.
Politics. It’s for idiots and bad actors.
Optimism wasn’t always a shield against the worst of it, and acceptance wasn’t always enough.
Some things are just meant, and no matter how many times you walk away, you end up where you belonged all along.
As she rubbed, as she crooned, Connor’s eyes fluttered open. He found himself staring up into Meara’s pale face and teary eyes. “What? Why am I on the floor? I hadn’t gotten drunk yet.” He reached up, brushed a tear from Meara’s cheek. “Don’t cry, darling.” He struggled to sit up, teetered a bit. “Well, here we all are, sitting on Fin’s kitchen floor. If we’re going to spin the bottle, I’d like to be the one to empty it first.
I love my man... we’re bound body, heart, soul. There’s magic in that, more potent than any spell, more wicked than any curse.
Old friends are the bricks and mortar of your life.
From her hiding place in the brush, a young girl watched, her eyes wide with curiosity. There was a burning smell coming from the pit where flames crackled, sending sparks shooting high. Odd shapes had been carved in the trunks of the circling trees. The.
She felt her heart beating in her throat when the man in the mask began to chant again.
I think this one’s in the running for Ditzy Bride status. Not only does she want her MOH to walk her two Siamese cats down the aisle rather than carry a bouquet, but wants to include them on the guest list.
Love, even when it’s not real, can be deadly.
While the bells rang and echoed, she sat near the edge of the water. Here was peace, she thought, and joy. She would never, never take either for granted. She would remember to give something back every day. Even if it was just a heel of bread for the gulls. She would tend what she planted. She would remember to be kind, and never forget to offer a helping hand.
Symbols are important. The Christians followed the pagans there, carving and painting their one God as the old ones carved and painted the many. Neither understand that the one is part of the many, the many part of the one.
I’m loved. I’m wanted. Spirits are fed on this alone.