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Suddenly his expression turned to alarm. He sprinted toward us. For a moment I had an absurd vision of myself on the… — Rick Riordan Copy Share Image
If God really became incarnate, and if His Incarnation can with justice compel man to change his life,then we have no alternative… — Josef Pieper Copy Share Image
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Ordinary men, to whom all things are possible, don't often, if ever, think of Heaven. It is a name, and nothing more,… — Bram Stoker Copy Share Image
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“The experience of time translates itself into language, and language translates itself into distance, which translates itself into longing, which is the… — Jenny Boully Copy Share Image
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I have done what they expected of me. I have curtsied for my Queen and made my debut. This is what I… — Libba Bray Copy Share Image
Walking I am unbound, and find that precious unity of life and imagination, that silent outgoing self, which is so easy to… — Alfred Kazin Copy Share Image
Every time I talk about memories between us, I feel myself light up and feel the big smile forming, the one you… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
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“I looked at him. Then I turned my face away. Beyond my upset I was flooded by a deep happiness, similar to… — Edith Templeton Copy Share Image
Nothing is wrong with you. You're not different. Everybody feels as bad as you do: this is just what writing a novel… — Lev Grossman Copy Share Image
I went on to discover that in its deepest sense, the will is not primarily the faculty of desire for anything known,… — Bernadette Roberts Copy Share Image
Glen Hirshberg's stories are haunting, absolutely, but not only because of the content -- the stories themselves haunt, they stick around, they… — Aimee Bender Copy Share Image
You said you knew the perfect place to run to. A place that was empty of people, and buildings, and far, far… — Lucy Christopher Copy Share Image
On the other hand, whatever condition we are in, we must always do what we want to do ,and if we want… — Thomas Bernhard Copy Share Image
...Meg learned to love her husband better for his poverty, because it seem to have made a man of him, giving him… — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
“Bygones" The weatherman says heavy rain, instead it dribbles like an old man unable to urinate. In the small orbit of the… — Robert Karaszi Copy Share Image
I had a longing for ritual, something I could cling to, a routine to make me feel well and contented. I hoped… — Jack Dee Copy Share Image
Our gifts seem so small in comparison to God’s. But our efforts count, even though like Simeon we only stretch out our… — Eberhard Arnold Copy Share Image
There has never been a time in which I have been convinced from within myself that I am alive. You see, I… — Franz Kafka Copy Share Image
The sovereign quality of wilderness is the same wherever encountered… Each manifestation has an unshackled quality-each stirs untapped longings-each gives a fillip… — Harvey Broome Copy Share Image
All of Japan once a year will get up on their rooftops, because that's the night that the shepherd boy from one… — Robert Bly Copy Share Image
No one can actually define love, but you attempt to, and the closest you can get is longing. And that itself has… — Robert Zemeckis Copy Share Image
This week, the world gathers in Beijing for the 2008 Olympic games. This is the extraordinary moment China has been dreaming of… — Ai Weiwei Copy Share Image
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Glad and merry and sweet is the blessed and lovely demeanour of our Lord towards our souls, for he saw us always… — Julian of Norwich Copy Share Image
I am the man you've needed all you life. I can give you whatever you wish before you even realize you are… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
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The longing of the mind is to be extraordinary. The ego thirsts and hungers for the recognition that you are somebody. Somebody… — Rajneesh Copy Share Image
History overflows time. Love overflows the allowance of the world. All the vessels overflow, and no end or limit stays put. Every… — Wendell Berry Copy Share Image
