Being reveals itself in all its beauty, splendor, and mystery “to him who contemplates it reverently.” … What’s the most beautiful part of the world, the part that has the greatest dignity? It’s not really a part but a person – it’s every person. Personal being is the greatest wonder of the cosmos (Michael Gaitley, The One Thing Is Three: How the Most Holy Trinity Explains Everything)
A butterfly has landed on a patch of milk parsley. Wings held vertically so it’s not going anywhere – for the time being. Once he would have leant across and seized it. Now he’ll let it fly (Lucille Turner)
By the end of World War II, we were the most powerful and least damaged of the great nations. We also had most of the money. America’s hegemony lasted exactly five years. (Gore Vidal)
Sometimes the hardest thing within doing something challenging is deciding to commit to do it (Andi Jones, Living Without Limits: A Memoir by Andi Jones)
If she loved him the way she said she did, she wanted him whole. Maybe this was what love meant after all: sacrifice and selflessness. It did not mean hearts and flowers and a happy ending, but the knowledge that another’s well-being is more important than one’s own (Melissa de la Cruz, Lost in Time)
if you fix a bug, sometimes there’s no guarantee won’t bring up another bug – cG9sYXJhZGl0aWE=
A woman is only as beautiful as she believes she is, if she can’t convince herself, no one else can (Theresa Lewis, The Beauty of a Black Woman: A Collection of Poems & Prayers)
We are free up to the point of choice then the choice controls the chooser (Mary Crowley)
About two-thirds of Americans believe that the Bible “answers all or most of the basic questions of life”—and 28 percent of them admit that they rarely or never read it! – Timothy Beal, The Rise and Fall of the Bible: The Unexpected History of an Accidental Book
Last night I was seriously considering whether I was a bisexual or not but I don’t think so though I’m not sure if I’d like to be and argh I don’t think there’s anything wrong with that, if you like a person, you like the person, not their genitals (Jess C. Scott, Tongue-Tied)