One withers, another grows.

If you want to be a good writer, make sure you read. I'm amazed by how many people don't bother to do that.

I made the wrong choice ," I whispered. My mother shook her head. "A child should never have to choose.

Heaven can be found in the most unlikely corners.

Please do not leave me, he thought. He could not bear a world without Alli. He realized how much he relied on her from morning until night. She was his only conversation. His only smile. She prepared their meager food and always offered it to him first, even though he insisted she eat before he did. THey leaned on each other at sunsets. Holding her as they slept felt like his last connection to humanity.

When he went blundering back to God, His songs half written, his work half done, Who knows what paths his bruised feet trod, What hills of peace or pain he won? I hope God smiled and took his hand, And said, "Poor truant, passionate fool! Life’s book is hard to understand: Why couldst thou not remain at school?" A poem by Charles Hanson Towne

Fear is how you lose your life...a little bit at a time...What we give to fear, we take away from...faith.