Love is a cunning weaver of fantasies and fables.
I both love and do not love; and am mad and not mad.
When I look on you a moment, then I can speak no more, but my tongue falls silent, and at once a delicate flame courses beneath my skin, and with my eyes I see nothing, and my ears hum, and a wet sweat bathes me, and a trembling seizes me all over
Speech is the image of actions
Homer and Hesiod have ascribed to the gods all things that are a shame and a disgrace among mortals, stealing and adulteries and deceiving on one another
We can contend, but we're still struggling. Hopefully we're climbing out of it.
Our scouts thought he could hit at a big league level because he swung a good bat and had a good command of the strike zone.
We achieve inner health only through forgiveness - the forgiveness not only of others but also of ourselves
Joshua Loth Liebman