Like a fellow running from or toward a gun ain't got time to worry whether the word for what he is doing is courage or cowardice.
Talk, talk, talk: the utter and heartbreaking stupidity of words.
People to whom sin is just a matter of words, to them salvation is just words too.
All of us failed to match our dreams of perfection.
Let the past abolish the past when -- and if -- it can substitute something better.
She was bored. She loved, had capacity to love, for love, to give and accept love. Only she tried twice and failed twice to find somebody not just strong enough to deserve it, earn it, match it, but even brave enough to accept it.