christian-fiction

I don__ even like the phrase __pportunity to sin_ because it implies the opportunity to obey.

This is the worst thing about poisons and deadly sins - that we enjoy them.

Also, always encourage 'being good' over 'doing good.' Acts of goodness are the difficulty for us and should, of course, be avoided. 'Being good' is far less problematic, largely because it lacks definition and can be solely a state of mind completely unattached to reality.

Death shows no favor. He is very fair: exacting the same advantages to all. Age, race, gender, or economic status does not cause discrimination within the company of Death. Of all marketing companies on the Earth, Death has surpassed them all: ensuring to meet nearly 100% of its inhabitants. The only one powerful enough to release the clinch that Death holds is the Father who disseminates power to whom He sees fit.

My disadvantages will tire him as they would any reasonable man of small expectations." - Jane Adams

Still, despite all our noise, this universe hinges on a melody, that__ the dismal truth of it. Oh, we can propagandize all we wish, it doesn__ change the fabric of things. This universe was not made for the fallen, only the redeemed.

The Bible is the one book we__e most succeeded in having them never read as a book. Keep it that way.

Everyone needs to calm down! Okay, you got a weird cookie. So what? I don__ mean to swat your ego here, buddy, but this smacks a little narcissistic for me. God is not trying to communicate to you through a cookie. It doesn__ work that way. God__ not all Jack-and-the-magic-beans and tooth-beneath-the pillow voodoo. You don__ just close your eyes, flap open your Bible, and slam a steak knife into a verse. It__ that sort of thinking that leads to witch trials and Senate probes.

With Truth, Reason, and Morality off the board, we then capture their last Rook __hat prissy little virtue, Temperance_ for she depends on those other three for her beauty and was thus left wholly undefended.

[Anger] gave him the soul to keep fighting no matter how many times the world seemed bent on destroying him. He may be a broken young man, but he would never be a defeated one

Though I despise it, I do not doubt His Love for the creatures. I have seen it __is ever-reaching outward for any hand that might reach back. At His love, I tremble yet believe.

Turning an experience about to observe it, results in a lessening of the experience directly proportional to the amount of observation. To think about it is, to some degree, to stop the pleasure, to stop the experience, to step outside it.

Love is as hard to hide as hate.

I'm sixteen with what I hope will be a long life ahead, but I'm willing to give it up, to give anything to let her live, to let her make it through the night.