“As long as we have pizza, It’ll always end happily ever after”

“She's alright,for a thirteen-year-old, he thought, Shame she won't be around for much longer.”

“If there’s any girl in the world more determined than you, I’ve yet to meet her.”

“I think LOVE. Love is what brings families together, and love is often what drives them apart. Love can act as both a fuel and an exterminator for fire, a cause of war, but also of peace. Love brings new souls to the family and removes old ones. Love is a chain of memories, like an old photo album of life- you never really can throw it away.”

“The gospel brings tidings, glad tidings indeed,To mourners in Zion, who want to be freed,From sin and Satan, and Mount Sinai’s flame,Good news of salvation, through Jesus the Lamb.What sweet invitations, the gospel contains,To men heavy laden, with bondage and chains;It welcomes the weary, to come and be blessed,With ease from their burdens, in Jesus to rest.For every poor mourner, who thirsts for the Lord,A fountain is opened, in Jesus the Word;Their poor parched conscience, to cool and to wash,From guilt and pollution, from dead works and dross.A robe is provided, their shame now to hide,In which none are clothed, but Jesus' bride;Though it be costly, yet is the robe free,And all Zion’s mourners, shall decked with it be.”

“Be stubborn if you wish to, if you need to, but we know how this will end.”

“Have you ever had a moment where you knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that you were in the right place? That you were on the right journey? Maybe the sense that you’d crossed a boundary, jumped a hurdle, and somehow, after facing some unconquerable mountain, found yourself suddenly on the other side of it? When the night was warm and the wind was cool, and a song carried through the quiet streets around you. When you felt the entire world around you, and you were part of it—of the hum of it—and everything was good.Contentment, I suppose, is the simple explanation for it. But it seems more than that, thicker than that, some unity of purpose, some sense of being truly, honestly, for that moment, at home.Those moments never seem to last long enough. The song ends, the breeze stills, the worries and fears creep in again and you’re left trying to move forward, but glancing back at the mountain behind you, wondering how you managed to cross it, afraid you really didn’t—that the bulk and shadow over your shoulder might evaporate and re-form before you, and you’d be faced with the burden of crossing it again.The song ends, and you stare at the quiet, dark house in front of you, and you grasp the doorknob, and walk back into your life.”