Everything is bigger in Texas. 18 oz of happiness. (Taken with Instagram at Texas Roadhouse)
And on that note, darling….
I refuse to be the dutch boy with my finger in the damn. So consider this my last act. Don’t worry, I don’t expect an applause. I will quietly bow out and leave before the curtain closes. But don’t expect an encore performance when you wake up from this mess you’ve made. Oh no, my love. This is our last act. So kiss this play goodbye.
Imagine yourself as a living house. God comes in to rebuild that house. At first, perhaps, you can understand what He is doing. He is getting the drains right and stopping the leaks in the roof and so on; you knew that those jobs needed doing and so you are not surprised. But presently He starts knocking the house about in a way that hurts abominably and does not seem to make any sense. What on earth is He up to? The explanation is that He is building quite a different house from the one you thought of - throwing out a new wing here, putting on an extra floor there, running up towers, making courtyards. You thought you were being made into a decent little cottage: but He is building a palace. He intends to come and live in it Himself.
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| — | C.S. Lewis, Mere Christianity (via humanclay) |
All good books are alike in that they are truer than if they had really happened and after you are finished reading one you will feel that all that happened to you and afterwards it all belongs to you: the good and the bad, the ecstasy, the remorse and sorrow, the people and the places and how the weather was. If you can get so that you can give that to people, then you are a writer.
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| — | Ernest Hemingway (via literaturesluts) |
