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"Well, It's all right anyway, Jim, as long as you're going to be rich again some time or other."
"Yes; en I's rich now, come to look at it. I owns myself, en I's wuth eight hund'd dollars.

I'uz poweful sory you's killed, Huck, but I ain't no mo' now.

When we take our eyes off our fears, our doubts, and our struggles to focus on someone else's needs, we somehow forget our own needs, at least for a little while. In believing the power of Gods promises for others, our confidence in His promises for ourselves seem to grow as well.

[A confident woman] looks for ways to join Him in meeting the needs of others who are going through something similar. She knows God can use her brokenness to do something beautiful, because the cracks allow his light to shine through and his living water to pour out.

I can never measure up, because I am comparing my insides to their outsides.

men are developed the same way gold is mined. When gold is mined, several tons of dirt must be moved to get an ounce of gold, but one doesn't go into the mine looking for dirt, one goes in looking for gold, and the more he looks for the more he finds.

I wasn't until God was all that I had that I realized He was all I needed.

I also needed to invite God into those hurting places so He could bind up my broken heart and set me free from captivity to my fear that I would never have a happy ending.

Our hearts leak and will always end up empty when we find our worth in anything but who we are in Christ.

Praying God's Word has been one of the most life-changing ways I've learned to live in the security og His promise

Although we tell people we're fine, what we really mean is that we are Frazzeled, Irritatd, Neurotic, and Exhausted!

You can only see the shadow because you have turned away from the light. Turn back toward the light.

Friar Laurence: Come, is the bride ready to go to church?
Capulet: Ready to go, but never to return.
O son! the night before thy wedding day
Hath Death lain with thy wife.

Act III, Scene V
JULIET:
If all else fails, myself have power to die.

Act II, Acene II
JULIET:
O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo?
Deny thy father and refuse thy name;
Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
And I'll no longer be a Capulet.

Act II, Scene I
MERCUTIO:
If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark.

Act 1, Scene V
JULIET:
My only love sprung from my only hate!
Too early seen unknown, and known too late!
Prodigious birth of love it is to me,
That I must love a loathed enemy.

Act 1, Scene IV
ROMEO:
Is love a tender thing? It is too rough,
Too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn.