For me it is really important to have a story with blood in the veins, there are bad tempers and good tempers.
If you ever want to see how small you are in the plan of God, just stand at the edge of an ocean.
It's not how we fall. It's how we get back up again.
You love him," he says. Not an asking, just a fact. "I do," I say. Also a fact.
Worst is the one who knows better and does nothing.
Flakes of white fall thru the trees and onto the road, catching on our clothes and hair. It's a silent fall and it's weird how it makes everything else seem quiet, too, like it's trying to tell you a secret, a terrible, terrible secret.