We were, literally and figuratively, in the same boat.

Christianity is a religion in a rush.

My gratitude to him is as boundless as the Pacific ocean.

It is life's only true opponent. Only fear can defeat life.

Words are cold, muddy toads trying to understand sprites dancing in a field-but they're all we have.

You might think I lost all hope at that point. I did. And as a result I perked up and felt much better.

People move because of the wear and tear of anxiety. Because of the gnawing feeling that no matter how hard they work their efforts will yield nothing, that what they build up in one year will be torn down in one day by others. Because of the impression that the future is blocked up, that *they* might do all right but not their children. Because of the feeling that nothing will change, that happiness and prosperity are possible only somewhere else.