Known for leaving, she asked me who I would consider sticking around for. I said, "The one who asked me to and meant it.
There had stood a great house in the centre of the gardens, where now was left only that fragment of ruin. This house had been empty for a great while; years before his—the ancient man's—birth. It was a place shunned by the people of the village, as it had been shunned by their fathers before them. There were many things said about it, and all were of evil. No one ever went near it, either by day or night. In the village it was a synonym of all that is unholy and dreadful.
I shall not be defined by what I have suffered but how I have endured them.
He had felt viable being near her or knowing she was listening to him or having the comfort of their casual meeting within a dream. With her, he simply and effortlessly felt better. They all felt better, unburdened, cared for, and heard. Being connected to her eased his suffering as he gave her his. It was only when she began to drown in the cumulation of commingled torments that to save whatever part of her was left, she disconnected, and when she did, his suffering returned and remained with him longer than she had. But instead of saving herself, it was the additional burden of her own anguish from letting them all go that took her breath and inevitably pulled her under.
People, most especially those who have known ease in this life, care more about being prospered than refined. It's always about what they can get from God, not what they can do for others, unless they can call attention to it for others to see.
Suffer" he commanded seductively. "With me...or because of me.
For those who praise God and say “God is good,” or, ‘I’m so blessed,” when you get what YOU want, try praising Him and saying, “God is good,” and “I’m so blessed,” when you’re suffering. To do the first is effortless. The masses do it, that's how easy it is. To do the latter requires something greater: strength, faith and gratitude - no matter the ouch involved.
Because some things in life just hurt so much that you need to feel physical pain to start to heal from it.
My inner Jiminy was screaming at me to stop playing with fire again, but I was a moth drawn to a flaming hot drummer.
We must go beyond textbooks, go out into the bypaths and untrodden depths of the wilderness and travel and explore and tell the world the glories of our journey.
“A steel angel was placed at the site to offer hope. The idea was to focus children's attention on hope and to aid them in dealing with their fears.”
“We're hoping to be able to get back to the table. I would hope in the next few days we could start.”
“He ploughs the waves, sows the sand, and hopes to gather the wind in a net, who places his hopes in the heart of a woman”
“I hope they represent the Southeast Region well. I hope they come out on top. They're a great young team.”
Una Salus Victis Nullam Sperare Salutem - (Latin - written 19 BC)The only hope for the doomed, is no hope at all...
This is what it means to live on. When granted hope, a person uses it as fuel, as a guidepost to life. It is impossible to live without hope.
People are just too hopeful, and sometimes hope is the biggest weapon of all to use against us. People will believe anything.
But the truth, I realize now, is that I always hoped. Even if I knew my hope was a lie, I held on to it.
There is a certain delightful sort of hope which the introvert can receive only by having company over...the hope that they will leave soon.
“(Bridges of Hope) is an outgrowth of the journeys to Israel and Palestine. We hope to build a bridge between the two (countries) for future generations.”