Try the Lamentations of Jeremiah. They always pick me up.

We turned on one another deep, drowned gazes, and exchanged a kiss that reduced my bones to rubber and my brain to gruel.

Sex in marriage is like medicine. Three times a day for the first week. Then once a day for another week. Then once every three or four days till the condition clears up.

When I see a paragraph shrinking under my eyes like a strip of bacon in a skillet, I know I'm on the right track.

We pay for security with boredom, for adventure with bother.

Time heals nothing — which should make us the better able to minister.

What we are assigned to bear is in a sense a measure of our stature.