Shannon

“I love memories. They are our ballads, our personal foundation myths. But I just acknowledge that memory can be cruel if left unchallenged.

Memory is often our only connection to who we used to be. Memories are fossils, the bones left by dead versions of ourselves. More potently, our minds are a hungry audience, craving only the peaks and valleys of experience. The bland erodes, leaving behind the distinctive bits to be remembered again and again.

Painful or passionate, surreal or sublime, we cherish those little rocks of peak experience, polishing them with the ever-smoothing touch of recycled proxy living. In so doing - like pagans praying to a sculpted mud figure - we make our memories the gods which judge our current lives.”
― Brandon Sanderson, Tress of the Emerald Sea

“Without a proper view of God there cannot exist a proper view of man.”
― John F. MacArthur, Alone With God

“To my unsuspecting love.
When I look into your eyes, I lose all sense of time and place. Reason robbed, clear thought erased, I am lost in the paradise I find within your gaze.
I long to touch your blushing cheek, to whisper in your ear how I adore you, how I have lost my heart to you, how I cannot bear the thought of living without you.
To be so near to you without touching you is agony. Your blindness to my feelings is a daily torment, and I feel driven to the edge of madness by my love for you.
Where is your compassion when I need it most? Open your eyes , Love, and see what is right before you: that I am not merely a friend, but a man deeply, desperately , in love with you.
Longing for you.”
― Julianne Donaldson, Edenbrooke

“Isn't it nice to think that tomorrow is a new day with no mistakes in it yet?”
― L.M. Montgomery