The police seemed to think I killed her, which is crazy, because I loved her like a thousand drops of blood dripping down a dagger.
He looked both proud and guilty of something. As if happiness was a reward and he wasn't sure he'd done enough to deserve it.
Want to keep Christ in Christmas? Feed the hungry, clothe the naked, forgive the guilty, welcome the unwanted, care for the ill, love your enemies, and do unto others as you would have done unto you.
You can always count on your family to love you. And to betray you. And then to feel guilty about it.
It was such an unexpected and genuine smile that if I only had a soul I'm sure I would have felt quite guilty.
It's funny how guilty people start to question your spirituality and education only because they have nothing to say that will justify their faults.
When hatred judges, the verdict is just guilty.