We are perfect children. Mentally, physically, emotionally, we are wholesome, and godly in every way possible. We have as much right to live, love, and enjoy life as any other children on this earth.

And we were alone. Locked in. All the lights were turned off. Around us, below us, this huge house seemed a monster, holding us in its sharp-toothed mouth. If we moved, whispered, breathed heavily, we’d be swallowed and digested.

It’s funny how when you’re little, you miss all the little lies. They float right past you, but you don’t wonder about them much. For a long time, you think this is just something adults still do after being kids – pretend. Then one day you wake up and realize most of the world you’re in is built on someone’s make-believe.

Books were enough to send him off on a high tangent, knowing he had a way to escape to other worlds.

Life is always like that – twenty minutes of misery for every two seconds of joy. So, be everlastingly grateful for those rare two seconds and appreciate; appreciate what good you can find, no matter what the cost.

If you work to obtain your goal, and realize from the very beginning that nothing valuable comes easily, and still forge ahead, without a doubt you’ll reach your goal, whatever it is.

No habiamos dicho ya un millon de oraciones, siempre en espera de una liberacion que no llegaba nunca? Y si las lagrimas no servian de nada y las oraciones no las oia nadie, como ibamos a llegar hasta Dios para obligarle a que hiciera algo?

Why doesn’t the Good Book say honor thy children, Grandpa, why doesn’t it?

Then the wind came in with Bart and blew the vase of roses from the table. I stood and stared down at the crystal pieces and the petals scattered about. Why was the wind always trying to tell me something? Something I didn’t want to hear!

To love anything once extremely well made you vulnerable to another loving attack. I knew; I’d already been in love six times.