What is it about us lady authors and our fascination for the exclamation mark?
So it’s true, when all is said and done, grief is the price we pay for love.
An acquaintance merely enjoys your company, a fair-weather companion flatters when all is well, a true friend has your best interests at heart and the pluck to tell you what you need to hear.
Love, like everything else in life, should be a discovery, an adventure, and like most adventures, you don’t know you’re having one until you’re right in the middle of it.
The most beautiful moments always seemed to accelerate and slip beyond one’s grasp just when you want to hold onto them for as long as possible.
It was only high school after all, definitely one of the most bizarre periods in a person’s life. How anyone can come through that time well adjusted on any level is an absolute miracle.
Well, if it can be thought, it can be done, a problem can be overcome.
Make your lives a masterpiece, you only get one canvas.
You can’t enjoy art or books in a hurry.
Poor God, how often He is blamed for all the suffering in the world. It’s like praising Satan for allowing all the good that happens.
It’s the unknown that draws people.
It was not curiosity that killed the goose who laid the golden egg, but an insatiable greed that devoured common sense.
It’s not unpatriotic to denounce an injustice committed on our behalf, perhaps it’s the most patriotic thing we can do.
Ah, the magic of music, with it, all things are possible.
If Christ is God, He cannot sin, and if suffering was a sin in and by itself, He could not have suffered and died for us. However, since He took the most horrific death to redeem us, He showed us in fact that suffering and pain have great power.
Abortion should be listed as a weapon of mass destruction against the voiceless.
The simple everyday experiences become the doorway to new thoughts and inspirations.
How often have the greatest thoughts and ideas come to light during conversations with the family over the evening dinner?