#lor

Christ's death is the Christian's life. Christ's cross is the Christian's title to heaven. Christ "lifted up" and put to shame on Calvary is the ladder by which Christians "enter into the holiest," and are at length landed in glory. ↗

— J.C. Ryle

#christ #christianity #christianlife #christians #cross

When it is winter and we must walk in the blizzard snow do not our fingers and toes whisper death  And when winter is at last over. . .can we not hear our bellies whisper death to us  In the dark don't we know  And when we are paralyzed by nightmares  We know what you are.  With our first cries we rail against you.  We see you in every drop of blood in every tear. ↗

— Martine Leavitt

#keturah-and-lord-death #martine-leavitt #death

Glory is the sunshine of the dead ↗

— Honoré de Balzac

#glory #death

Griffin leaned across the desk, his arms braced on the now-clear top, and stared into Wakefield’s outraged eyes. “We seem to be under a confusion of communication. I did not come here to ask for your sister’s hand. I came to tell you I will marry Hero, with or without your permission, Your Grace. She has lain with me more than once. She may well be carrying my child. And if you think that I’ll give up either her or our babe, you have not done nearly enough research into my character or history. ↗

— Elizabeth Hoyt

#griffinlordsexy #notorious-pleasures #communication

If you appreciate, perpetuate and explore your own dreams, then you'll know that dream isn't a one-way communication. ↗

— Toba Beta

#explore #two-way-communication #communication

Explore, experience, evolve, and exceed your expectations! - No Excuses! ↗

— Lorii Myers

#exceed #expectations #experience #explore #experience

Let us eat and drink neither forgetting death unduly nor remembering it. The Lord hath mercy on whom he will have mercy, etc., and the less we think about it the better. ↗

— Samuel Butler

#better #death #drink #eat #etc

At last Fingon stood alone with his guard dead about him; and he fought with Gothmog, until another Balrog came behind and cast a thong of fire about him. Then Gothmog hewed him with his black axe, and a white flame sprang up from the helm of Fingon as it was cloven. Thus fell the High King of the Noldor; and they beat him into the dust with their maces; and his banner, blue and silver, they trod into the mire of his blood. ↗

— J.R.R. Tolkien

#glory #death

Chaperons, even in their days of glory, were almost never able to enforce morality; what they did was to force immorality to be discreet. This is no small contribution. ↗

— Judith Martin

#almost #contribution #days #did #discreet

The world wept a silent, windless downpour, a befitting accompaniment to the arrival of death. However, Lady Brenna Hilliard, only daughter of the late Earl Lundsford, had yet to join in the weeping. Shock and disbelief kept her from the comfort of tears. The torrent would come, she knew, in a wave of sudden grief, but for now her emotions were elusive, too numb to be felt. ↗

— Cynthia Wicklund

#lord-of-always #death