Tis the gift to be gentle, โtis the gift to be fair, โTis the gift to wake and breathe the morning air, To walk every day in the path that we choose, Is the gift that we pray we will never never lose.
Patricia BriggsHe didn't say anything more, just waited for me to tell him what I'd been thinking. It was pure speculation, and I was opening myself up to ridicule by saying anything at all. I sat on the stool and realized that I had my loyalties, too.
Patricia BriggsShe crawled on top of him, naked and warm and soft, smelling like a miracle that had saved him from a lifetime of aloneness.
Patricia Briggs