There are two ways of spreading light; to be The candle or the mirror that reflects it.
If you look at those matters, you will come to the conclusion that the attitude of the United States of America is a threat to world peace.
She loved three things — a joke, a glass of wine, and a handsome man.
It was November—the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind-songs in the pines. Anne roamed through the pineland alleys in the park and, as she said, let that great sweeping wind blow the fogs out of her soul.
I’ve got death inside me. It’s just a question of whether or not I can outlive it.
And in the end, we were all just humans drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness.