We may sooner be brought to love them that hate us, than them that love us more than we would have them do.
She wiped the black spillingfrom her eyelashes onto her cheek,and in that moment, I wanted, Ineeded, for magic to exist.I wanted to peel back her lonelyskin and feel her sadness starestraight into the blue inside my eyes.I wanted and I needed it to know,that I, I loved her too, and my godI, I would fight for her.
I did not have an opportunity to speak privately with Peter until just as he was leaving, when he handed me one of the Burns song-sheets and (with a most earnest look) told me to read it before I went to bed.The song was 'My Love is Like a Red, Red Rose,' but it was not until was up in my bedchamber that I saw he had written on the inside page: 'My mother would be honoured if you visited her after church tomorrow.
Justice based purely on laws is about as accurate as a portrait created out of large low-resolution color pixels.If you stand back far enough it looks good.Come any closer and the glaring approximations overtake all semblance of the original.Justice should be viewable under the microscope, not from a telescope.And for that it needs to be based not on law but on truth.
Given the ease with which health infuses life with meaning and purpose, it is shocking how swiftly illness steals away those certaintiesTime unused and only endured still vanishes, as if time itself is starving, and each day is swallowed whole, leaving no crumbs, no memory, no trace at all.