Struggling is mandatory. Suffering is optional.
When you lose your temper, you lose a friend. When you lie, you lose yourself.
She has to agree to have me. It could take some time, but I’m confident I can trick her into it.
Until meeting you, I wasn’t looking for anything at all. Since meeting you, I’m kind of looking for a girlfriend.
We’ll make out for a while and you’ll feel better.
He tends to go for girls who are-Shelby, honey? Put your hands over your ears for just a sec.” Back into the phone he said, “He likes the real slutty ones. Ow!” he yelled when he received a whop to the back of the head.
Muriel, you’re not a convenience. I’d walk across a mile of cut glass in my bare feet to hold your hand and talk to you for one hour. You’re everything to me. – Walt.
Don’t make love to your problems – they’ll never give you back the satisfaction you give them.
Paul went to his room, gathered clean clothes and headed down the hall to the shower. He made it quick, but clean. He shaved. Then he thought, I am shaving – why? To be smooth cheeked when I pass out?
But, Marcie had reminded herself, I don’t know the weight of anyone else’s burdens – only my own. She didn’t judge. She didn’t feel smart or strong enough to judge.
God understands everything. And even He made a mistake or two. Look at the size of avocado seeds – way too big. And pomegranates? Too many seeds. What a waist of fruit!
Death. I thought it would be gardens, perhaps. Beautiful countryside with cool streams. It’s only blackness. Nervous and dark. There is no rest there.
The one thing she had learned was that to be tolerated and endured was less dignified than being hated. And it was infinitely more painful.
My husband was an Air Force pilot man years ago and recently an Air Force wife thanked me for my service! I laughed and said, ‘No, I wasn’t in the Air Force, my husband was!’ And she smiled and said, ‘If he served, you served. And thank you.’
We were far more civilized in our divorce than we had ever been in marriage. It seemed we’d finally found something we could do together amicably.
My father, who suffered from hardening of the arteries, was diagnosed as having that tragic thief of the mind, Alzheimer’s.
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I’m as interested in the families and communities that surround our soldiers.
I can’t find a person without some link to the armed forces!
Ignorance might be bliss, but it’s irresponsible and dangerous too.