women-s-fiction

Sarah, I__ going to take care of you whether you like it or not.

We're all princes and princesses, at 5, 50, or 100! It's never too late, we're never too old to rock the world and contribute! Reaching for intimacy in all relationships? Delicious.

You are you because you love the way the world looks through your camera. You are you because of the way you love your friends and family. Not because some scar is on your body. That's a part of your history and what helps form what you believe in. not what defines you.

Mom used to tell me not to worry when people didn't get me. People throw rocks at things that shine - from the mixed up files of Tilly Adam's journal

Rumor has it: when you marry a Walsh you are set for life. Only one thing can screw it up.

I have to tell you hon, I don't mind a little teasing now and then, but I'm no masochist and I'm sure as hell no saint...here lately, being around you is agony.

Horeb bent over me and ran his hand down my neck, not stopping when his fingers reached my chest. I jerked backward. "What are you doing?"His eyes were black and intense. "A little taste before the wedding, Jayden?

Without a torch, I stumbled along the paths. The night was dismal. A partial moon hovered bitter and white on the horizon. It was the perfect night for murder.

She thought of the Good Shepherd with His sheep. Of the Man hanging upon the cross. And the understanding bubbled up within her soul: He makes all things new.

I am a very good cook._ When she did cook.__ood. I like to eat._ He lightly bit her palm.The too-much-air feeling in Lucy__ stomach pressed upward into her heart. __hat?_ she asked past the constriction in her chest.__hat do I like to eat?___eah.___londes with blue eyes.__h God. She pulled her hand from his. __re you hungry?__is gaze lowered to her mouth. __ could eat.

If you are what you eat, then why aren__ you what you desire?"Desire stands in the great no-man__ land of human activity: the zone of most conflict, fear, and anxiety. It scares us. We are often asked to hate it__y those who claim to have given it up for __etter_ things, and who often, hypocritically, haven__.

I only have secrets that keep you safe, Darlin

Reality runs the risk of spoiling things, don't you think? The fantasy is often better. That's where the soul is fulfilled. Reality struggles to fulfil the soul, that's why we're often so unhappy. But fantasy is the world of the soul...

How do you circumvent a mind bent upon lying to get away from the truth?

I ask you, what would you do if you could erase one bad memory and retain all that was beautiful in your life? Would you not move heaven and earth - and get loads of therapy - to have that?

He wrote to his father every day. His platoon called his dad a girlfriend.

He also knew the language of The Klingons, but the army had no use for it.

What I've always taken away from his words is the sense that we all have something that confines us, that seeks to define us, label us, belittling us in the process, shortchanging our potential. Can it be that that is our sanctuary, our refuge, our way to liberty?