A surprise trigonometry quiz that everyone in class fails? Must be in the Lord's plan to give us challenges.
A surprise trigonometry quiz that everyone in class fails? Must be in the Lord's plan to give us challenges.
It all made perfect sense, and at the same time, nothing seemed to make sense at all.
You're a wonderful person, Jamie. You're beautiful, you're kind, you're gentle...you're everything that I'd like to be. If people don't like you, or they think you're strange, then that's their problem.
Angela had done a marvelous job, I tell you. The puke was everywhere except the toilet. The walls, the floor, the sinks - even on the ceiling, though don't ask me how she did that. So there I was, perched on all fours, cleaning up the puke at the homecoming dance in my best blue suit, which was exactly what I had wanted to avoid in the first place. And Jamie, my date, was on all fours, too, doing exactly the same thing.
It was a lesson that I would learn in time though it wasn't Hegbert who taught me.
As they spoke, the only thing I could think about was that scene from Julius Caesar where Brutus stabs him in the back. Et tu, Eric?
It was, I remembered thinking, the most difficult walk anyone ever had to make. In every way, a walk to remember.
Believe it or not, that was the first time I recognized that in some ways she was just like the rest of us.
It wasn't that long, and it certainly wasn't the kind of kiss you see in movies these days, but it was wonderful in its own way, and all I can remember about the moment is that when our lips touched, I knew the memory would last forever.
Do you ever wonder why things have to turn out the way they do?
It's hard for me to talk to her. All I can do when I look at her is think about the day when I won't be able to. So I spend all my time at school thinking about her, wishing I could see her right then, but when I get to her house, I don't know what to say.
Finally getting control of myself, I kissed her again, then brought my hand to her face, gently running my fingers over her cheek. I marveled at the softness of her skin, the gentleness I saw in her eyes. Even now she was perfect.
Knowing there's one thing I still haven't told you: I now believe, by the way, that miracles can happen.
First you will smile, and then you will cry -- don't say you haven't been warned.
Life, I've learned, is never fair. If people teach anything in school, that should be it.
Gossip is one thing, hurtful gossip is completely another, and even in high school we weren't THAT mean.
Love is like the wind, you can't see it but you can feel it.
I am not commanding you, but I want to test the sincerity of your love by comparing it to the earnestness of others.
Me. A bad boy. For eating boiled peanuts in the graveyard. Go figure.
I cry to you, my Lord, my rock! Do not be deaf to me, for if you are silent, I shall go down to the pit like the rest. Hear my voice raised in petition as I cry to you for help, as I raise my hands, my Lord, toward your holy of holies.
No one in my family or my circle of friends had ever had to confront something like this. Jamie was seventeen, a child on the verge of womanhood, dying and still very much alive at the same time. I was afraid, more afraid than I'd ever been, not only for her, but for me as well. I lived in fear of doing something wrong, of doing something that would offend her. Was it okay to ever get angry in her presence? Was it okay to talk about the future anymore?
I dont think that we're meant to understand it all the time. I think that sometimes we just have to have faith.
She was, in other words, the kind of girl who made the rest of us look bad, and whenever she glanced my way, I couldn't help but feel guilty, even though I hadn't done anything wrong.
I hadn't done any of the things that I normally did with girls, yet somehow I'd fallen in love.
When I told you that I'd pray for you, what did you think I was talking about?
I held her close to me with my eyes closed, wonering if anything in my life had ever been this perfect and knowing at the same time that it hadn't. I was in love, and the feeling was even more wonderful than I ever imagined it could be.
Without suffering, there'd be no compassion.
I know the Lord has a plan for us all, but sometimes, I just don't understand what the message can be.
You feel fine, and then, when your body can't keep fighting, you don't.
I may be irresponsible but I am a good irresponsible.
You have to promise you won't fall in love with me.
If you're going to sit on someone's tombstone, you might as well know something about them, right?
Your love is like the wind...you cant see it, but you can feel it...
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