There was bound to be friction between a firstborn daughter and her strong-willed mother.
If he has the qualities you need in a partner, you sign on. And he looks you over, making sure of the same things. If you do that, there’s only one option – you support their career choice because there’s no other choice. You can’t remake people, for God’s sake. You have.
How bad is it?” “I have a headache,” he said irritably. “It’s probably just a minor skull fracture with brain damage.” She struggled not to smile. “Did you have that x-rayed?” she asked, indicating his hand with her eyes. “Sprain. It’s bruised and sore, that’s all. You’ll probably be very disappointed to know I’m going to completely recover.” “Hm.
For a man like Preacher to see his little wife struggle and have pain was obviously torture. He was much more comfortable in the role of protector. Mel knew immediately that he wasn’t going to be much help. When.
Baby girl, you haven’t done anything wrong. You’ve been through such a lot.” “Well, in my sane state, I know that. Jack knew about my problems, and he just hung in there, just kept loving me and loving me, putting all my needs ahead of his own, promising me I’d be safe with him, that I could trust him. Oh, God,” she said, tears coming in spite of the fact that she was so, so happy. “God, he’s wonderful. Joey,” she said in a near whisper, “he wants the baby as much as I do.” “This.
You enjoyed yourself once. I bet you can again. Cam’s a great guy.” Abby.
All our friends were rich and they worried about having the most, spending the most, trying to figure out how it could make them the best. They trusted no one. You know that silly saying, he who dies with the most toys wins? I think for a lot of people it’s actually true.
Lou had a memory like an elephant; it took a lot to cause her to hold a grudge, but once she achieved it, it was even harder for her to let go.
We’ve been sitting on a little news. We’re having a baby.” “Well, damn!” Paul said. He looked at Preacher and grinned. “You finally came through on ovulation day, huh, buddy?” He puffed up a little. “I did at that,” he said, throwing his chest out. “And.
Strong women can be so underappreciated unless you’re screaming for their help.
Sometimes you learn your best lessons when you add up all your losses.” She.
Honesty and transparency make you vulnerable. Be honest and transparent anyway. – Mother Teresa.
Unfairness and injustice are two things that really threaten blind faith.
That woman is my woman.
She looked up at him and he brushed the tears from her cheeks. “Sorry,” she said. “You made me so frickin’ mad I thought I was going to kill you.” “Yeah, join the party. Brie threatened my life.” He smiled down at her. “Thank you for not killing me,” he said.
Life is thickly sown with thorns, and I know no other remedy than to pass quickly through them. The longer we dwell on our misfortunes, the greater is their power to harm us. – Voltaire.
My favorite prayer is, ‘Dear God. I’ll pedal if You’ll steer.
You know, there’s this little rule about opinions. They’re only good when someone actually asks you for them.” “He.
Dear God. I’ll pedal if You’ll steer.
Nothing is ever what it seems, he.