Every love has its art of love.
Badness is only spoiled goodness.
To love at all is to be vulnerable.
Our wills are ours to make them Thine.
We read to know that we are not alone.
I gave in, and admitted that God was God.
Do not let us mistake necessary evils for good.
No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear.
No one ever told me grief felt so much like fear.