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“â€� I went back to the stories people wrote about Him. It was mostly crazy stories written by people who called themselves Matthew, Mark, Luke and John â€� just stories, nothing you could rely on are they! We will never know. All this made me see a different side to Him and I didn’t like it much. Utter unkind words against your brother and you will burn in hell. He was good at describing this to people, …the blazing furnace, the place of wailing and grinding of teeth.”
― Elizabeth Tebby Germaine, A MAN WHO SEEMED REAL: A story of love, lies, fear and kindness

“Ask if you would like to,â€� he said, smiling, ‘Or if you prefer, we could just sit.â€�    ‘But I guess you’re not just sitting.â€�   He smiled again. ‘No.â€�   ‘So â€� are you praying?â€�   ‘Yes. I try and pray a lot.â€�  ‘Can I pray?â€�  ‘Yes. Of course.â€�  ‘I think â€� maybe …â€�  ‘Yes?â€�  ‘You are praying that I might be able to pray. Because you know that I don’t know how to.â€� ‘Yes, I am. And I believe you will be able to. There is something you need help with, and you will get that help.â€�  ‘So â€� is God there then?â€�  ‘Yes, God is there. God is here. Everywhere. He wants you to ask for help and He will give it. He wants you to know what to ask for. You can ask Him anything.â€� ‘Anything?â€�   ‘Anything at all. Absolutely anything at all. He will give you strength and guidance and protect you from evil.â€�  Natasha sat very still and wiped away the tears. She wished she could believe it.”
― Elizabeth Tebby Germaine, A MAN WHO SEEMED REAL: A story of love, lies, fear and kindness

“Ever since she was a young girl, [Patricia Highsmith] had felt an extraordinary empathy for animals, particularly cats. The creatures, she said, 'provide something for writers that humans cannot: companionship that makes no demands or intrusions, that is as restful and ever-changing as a tranquil sea that barely moves'. Her affection for cats was 'a constant as was feline companionship wherever her domestic situation permitted,' says Kingsley. 'As for animals in general, she saw them as individual personalities often better behaved, and endowed with more dignity and honesty than humans. Cruelty to or neglect of any helpless living creature could turn her incandescent with rage.' Janice Robertson remembers how [...] Highsmith was walking through the streets of Soho when she saw a wounded pigeon lying in the gutter. 'Pat decided there and then that this pigeon should be rescued,' says Janice. 'Although I think Roland persuaded her that it was past saving, she really was distraught. She couldn't bear to see animals hurt.' Bruno Sager, Highsmith's carer at the end of her life, recalls the delicacy with which the writer would take hold of a spider which had crawled into the house, making sure to deposit it safely in her garden. 'For her human beings were strange - she thought she would never understand them - and perhaps that is why she liked cats and snails so much,' he says.”
― Andrew Wilson, Patricia Highsmith, ζωή στο σκοτάδι

“There is no depth that exceeds the reach of the God who is, at this very moment, seeking you out in the holes that you have dug for yourself.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough

“When one cannot control their thoughts, they can become the most destructive force in their life. Our thoughts make us happy, content, irritable, and distraught. Control them and define each moment.”
― RJ Intindola â€� (Gandolfo) â€� 1981

“I’ve lost heart more times than I can count. But God has always helped me find it one more time than I can count.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough