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a change in perspective often changes a point of view.
Irritation flares disproportionate to the inconvenience, but it seems that’s how things are these days—my already short fuse shaved to a nub and the slightest spark igniting an explosion.
Double the trouble and twice the fun.
“A moment on the lips, forever on the hips,”
happiness shouldn’t need to be chased. It’s with you all the time, wherever you choose to look.
Even a crooked smile can melt a heart if it’s aimed in the right direction. If the spark of his soul isn’t able to reach yours regardless of the packaging, then he might not be your one true love.
feeling lost as a parent, as I often do, filled with the distinct sense I’m doing it wrong and screwing up the most important job in the world,
I was taught by my father to dress nice for appointments, and despite the world changing to habitual sloth attire for just about everything, I still follow the etiquette.
“Romans 12:19, It is mine to avenge; I will repay.”
She’s cunning; I’ll give her that.
she should know better than anyone not to mess with a mama bear who is looking out for her cubs.
“There’s nothing you can do about what’s done, so you might as well spend your energy on what’s still possible.”
Because what is life if not a collection of cherished memories?
only when you lose the desire for the things that don’t matter do you start to have fun.
nothing not of flesh and bone ever satisfies the soul but briefly and superficially.
Rock saw me, and I don’t know if I will ever meet anyone who sees me as clearly again.
how hard it must be to come up with words to lead people into a fight.
“It’s the good deeds that make you who you are and paint the future in ways you never imagined.”
Dessert before dinner: it was something the colonel and I did all the time.
Time wasted . . . even a minute . . . is a great loss,
While a piece is gone, so much remains.
God smiling down and offering an artist, not a butcher, the night I was hurt.
From the moment I felt the first tickle in my womb to the moment I take my last breath, she is rooted in my soul.
anger is a wasted emotion, more detrimental to the bearer than the target.
