Exchange the bad habit of worrying with the excellent habit of trusting God.

You turn the lights on and off here and if you cant sleep and want something to read there are books in the living room her voice broke off. Wait. Can you readHis chin took a slight tilt upward. Aye Faoln replied his voice cool in English Gaelic Latin or French. My Welsh is a bit rusty and I doona remember any of the Greek I was taught except for words not fit for a ladys ears. I can also count all the way up to He looked down and wiggled his large bare toes twenty. Faoln MacIntyre

Set your peace freebefore your caged mind catchesyou again in another dream trapwhere you may loathe to be your own menace awaiting in hope of a war-less world

Everyone have big dreams they would want to see come alive but not everyone has the strength to awaken the dreams to true life

Now get going. Youll find a way of calm through.And you MaelIll drop in later. Ive things for you to do Withal. But for now he faced inland Im going to beat a god senseless.

Mon Amour - may we meet sweetly in thy dreams.

What we love teaches us how to love.

Death is empowered when saints joy in faithlessness and prayerlessness

However much they may smile at her the old inhabitants would miss Tillie. Her stories give them something to talk about and to conjecture about cut off as they are from the restless currents of the world. The many naked little sandbars which lie between Venice and the mainland in the seemingly stagnant water of the lagoons are made habitable and wholesome only because every night a foot and a half of tide creeps in from the sea and winds its fresh brine up through all that network of shining waterways. So into all the little settlements of quiet people tidings of what their boys and girls are doing in the world bring real refreshment bring to the old memories and to the young dreams.

Awake it was difficult to find anything in that chaotic clutter but asleep she could...when the contours of reality were as faint as a tracery of pale ink.