“He looked like the love thoughts of women.”

If you are silent about your pain, they’ll kill you and say you enjoyed it.

It was the meanest moment of eternity.

She was too busy feeling grief to dress like grief.

She had waited all her life for something, and it had killed her when it found her.

If you’re silent about your pain, they’ll kill you and say you enjoyed it.

You heard me. You ain’t blind.

I have been in Sorrow’s kitchen and licked out all the pots. Then I have stood on the peaky mountain wrapped in rainbows, with a harp and a sword in my hands.

Tea Cake, the son of the Evening Sun, had to die for loving her.

Truth is a letter from courage!

Some people could look at a mud puddle and see an ocean with ships.

She had an inside and an outside now and suddenly she knew how not to mix them.

Research is formalized curiosity. It is poking and prying with a purpose.

An envious heart makes a treacherous ear.

Love is like the sea. It’s a moving thing, but still and all, it takes its shape from the shore it meets, and it’s different with every shore.

There is no single face in nature, because every eye that looks upon it, sees it from its own angle. So every man’s spice-box seasons his own food.

So she sat on the porch and watched the moon rise. Soon its amber fluid was drenching the earth, and quenching the thirst of the day.

You are loved with an everlasting love. And underneath are the everlasting arms.

The love of Christ towards His people is a deep well which has no bottom.

I have my moments, but generally speaking I shy away from being too lovey dovey.

Let your religion be less of a theory and more of a love affair.

Prayer is the inner bath of love into which the soul plunges itself.

When I look at you, I am home.

Let me kiss you one last time now that I know I will feel you on my lips for the rest of my life.

I’ve got my love to keep me warm.