#fiction

El Shaddai. My all-sufficient God who is able to handle all my needs. Everything I will ever need I can find in Him. Think about that for a moment. Do you sense the power He offers us in those words? There is nothing, absolutely nothing in your life that He cannot handle. ↗

— Diane Moody

#diane-moody #nonfiction #prayer #life

The good news is we don't have to suffer alone. We don't have to carry the burdens of our messy lives alone. God is there for us. He wants to be the Comforter in Chief for the worst that life on this earth may hand us. but we need to know Him - genuinely know Him - not just when tragedy strikes. We need to know Him every moment of every day we live. We need to quit leaving it to the professionals and make know Him the most important mission of our lives. ↗

— Diane Moody

#diane-moody #nonfiction #prayer #life

Would the man in the cabin have come after them? Would he have sent someone else? Or would he have never even known they were there and they could have just gone back to normal life. Normal Life. He didn’t even know what that would be now. ↗

— Shelley K. Wall

#romance #romantic-suspense #suspense #thriller #life

Ivy turned. 'He bit you on the neck?' she said, deadpan serious but for her eyes. 'Oh, then it's got to be love. She won't let me bite her neck. ↗

— Kim Harrison

#supernatural #vampire #witch #love

I don't know about you, but I find the idea of a school at night time - imagining the silent classrooms in total darkness and the playgrounds left lonesome and bare - creepily peculiar. ↗

— Elizabeth Newton

#fiction #night #school #science-fiction #train

I imagined/felt their palms sweating, their sweat mingling, mutually fertilized, and dripping to the ground, where it gave birth to a scolopendra, the forked ends of its tail bedecked with the sparkle of drying tears. Their sweat would mingle again at night; the sweat from their bellies would run down into their loins, fill their belly buttons, and glimmer in the moonlight like the tears drying on the scolopendra's tail. ↗

— Elizaveta Mikhailichenko

#love #lovers #passion #imagination

I'd heard of Evergreen Care Center before. Cass and I had always made fun of the stupid ads they ran on TV, featuring some dragged-out woman with a limp perm and big, painted-on circles under her eyes, downing vodka and sobbing uncontrollably. "We can't heal you at Evergreen", the very somber voiceover said. "But we can help you to heal yourself." It had become our own running joke, applicable to almost anything. "Hey Cass, "I'd say, "hand me that toothpaste." "Caitlin," she'd say, her voice dark and serious. "I can't hand you the toothpaste. But I CAN help you hand the toothpaste to yourself. ↗

— Sarah Dessen

#fiction #inspirational #romance #self-help #inspirational

I have always held the old-fashioned opinion that the primary object of work of fiction should be to tell a story. ↗

— Wilkie Collins

#inspirational #on-fiction #storytelling #writing #inspirational

There are more than straight good and evil, aye, even more than law or disorders or fence-sittin'. There's prejudice, whimsey, affection, superstition, habit, upbringing, alliance, pride, society, morals, animosity, preference, values, religon, circumstance, humor, perversity, honor, vengeance, jealousy, frustration...hundreds o' factors, from the past and in every present moment, as decides what some one person'll do in an individious situation. ↗

— Eve Forward Villains By Necessity

#fantasy #fiction #villains-by-necessity #jealousy

I see you have returned, my love; and your mood is as dark as ever. Did your soldiers not adore you to your complete satisfaction? ↗

— Wayne Gerard Trotman

#commander #leadership #military #mood #narcissism