How can I teach my boys the value and beauty of language and thus communication when the President himself reads westerns exclusively and cannot put together a simple English sentence? (John Steinbeck, in a private letter written during the Eisenhower administration)

Every moment is a part of another moment.

Another side of my heart is called pain: ever pumping!

There’s always another idea.

The twilight seems invidious.It simply can’t let the sun hide away when darkness is just another name for night..

Where once there was a void,Now at least there are Seeds of splendour,Becalmed belief for another time.

My wakeup call wasn’t some light switch of empowerment. From as early as preschool I feared that if I didn’t grow up to be the pretty princess men fawned over, I was a failure. That mentality was my disease. It got me raped. It made me feel dirty and devalued because my cherry wasn’t popped...

I think about going to the lake, but I’m so weak that I barely make it to mymeeting place with Gale. I sit on the rock where Cressida filmed us, but it’s too wide without his body beside me.Several times I close my eyes and count to ten, thinking that when I open them, he...

My life views on sex, men, dating, and self-worth were sculpted with the unfiltered ramblings of a drunken misogynist.

Children are often like hostages under the care of authority, with spankings and groundings nudging them like guns pointed at their skulls, threatening to shoot if the wrong words are uttered.

We were sexual targets, marked as eternal sluts for exploring the desires only acceptable in men.

Incarceration is the way a woman is expected to date like a soccer goalie, shuffling back and forth to block the balls constantly flying in her direction and shamed the moment she lets one slip in her net.

There is another alphabet, whispering from every leaf, singing from every river, shimmering from every sky.

It wasn’t really a loud-mouthed, hyperactive little pig-tailed blonde that made Carl cringe. It was what I represented. While his upbringing was battered humiliation, I was spoiled, doted on, and spoon-fed by the world. I don’t think he was even aware of his intentions to reduce that child to his own state of self-loathing, but...

To last, a marriage and family must be built on love—love for God, and love for one another.

There’s always another moment.

No matter how hard we try, we can never understand everything that another person has gone through or why they might believe a certain way. It is possible for something to be right for you and something completely opposite be right for someone else.

In each moment there is another moment we do not know.