Thunder and Rain

She cried easily. Evidence that she felt much, and most often for other people. A rare and beauty filled gift.

You rescued me when I thought nobody would. When I thought I wasn't worth the effort. You gave me everything and asked for nothing.' She pressed her face to mine. 'If this is love on the other side of the rescue, then I want to live it. With you. But,' She shook her head. 'But if you give you to me, then'- she placed her palm flat across my chest -'come heavy

What do you want in a woman, in life?' I thought a moment...'The Rangers...we began to describe one another in a few simple words: El es muy bueno para cabalgar el rio. Meaning, 'He'll do to ride the river with.' In Texan, it means, 'I'd trust him with my life.' I scratched my head. 'I want someone to ride the river with.

They say God made man, but Sam Colt made them equal.

What I'm trying to say, and not doing a very good job at, is...will you ride the river with me?

He traced a line in the dirt with his toe. ‘This is a battlefield. Has been since Cain killed Abel. And don’t let it get complicated. Gray it ain’t. It’s black and white. Good versus evil. You might as well choose sides right now.

... there's a big difference between being judgmental and making a judgment.

Sometimes the most courageous thing a man can do is run back across the battlefield and rescue the wounded.

What do you dream? To live with and alongside... rather than without and alone.

In my experience, it’s those words on the tip of the tongue that we most need to hear. They are the key. The thing that’s missing. But you can’t pull them out. They have to be offered. Freely. And they won’t be offered until the owner trusts you with them. And to do that means they’ve got to break through a world of hurt and pain just to get them out of their mouth.

... some people take all the pain they've been knowing their whole life and pack it down inside them where it festers, oozing pus. Gangrene of the soul. That sore then becomes them. It's what bubbles up. You can smell it.

... I know I'm not alone and I don't walk alone. That I won't. When the thin whisper of a veil between what I can't see and what I can is pulled back and for one brief second I get a glimpse of what will be. Where the words 'might' and 'hope' intersect.

... sometimes it's hard to see what could be, what we hope for, through the hurting part of what is, 'cause sometimes stuff hurts so much that we can't see nothing. But then sometimes what we hope for, well, seems like if we hope it long enough, hard enough, deep enough, it becomes what it.

Greatest trick ever played on mankind is that somewhere, somebody sold us a bill of goods convincing us that evil ain’t real.” I

If you’re riding a dead horse… dismount.

We laugh at honour and are shocked to find traitors in our midst. We

you know how sometimes you walk outside, like out of a cold room, and the sun is coming up and it feels warm on your face? And all you want to do is stand there and soak it up? Well, that’s kind of how I feel. I want to stand here and soak in this a while.

the kid was leaning against the window.