We develop our own coping rituals.
I wanted to be surrounded by people who, like me, understand the experience of watching your people get killed, again and again.
He stayed in this prison till April 1945, when the Russians were about to march into Vienna.
The Spirit of the Motorcycle Shrine of Jodhpur
It was neither comet nor asteroid, but a cylinder, with a soft red glow, mostly made of iron.
At Grace, love is a practice as much as a feeling.
"Someone who goes into the hospital with a bad root could end up in the psych ward."
He had everything: “seuen thousand sheepe, and three thousand camels, and fiue hundred yoke of oxen, and fiue hundred shee asses, and a very great houshold.”
It makes me angry to think of altar boys who found in priests not an inspiring example of sacrificial dedication (as I did), but instead horrible betrayal and abuse.