My grandmother started walking five miles a day when she was sixty. She's ninety-seven now, and we don't know where the hell she is.
Let not thy will roar, when thy power can but whisper.
Sometimes love will pick you up by the short hairs...and jerk the heck out of you.
Do not weep; do not wax indignant. Understand.
If the only prayer you ever say in your whole life is "thank you," that would suffice.
I felt the doors open near me, and then saw a confusion of booted feet moving close by.
The 'Net is a waste of time, and that's exactly what's right about it.