Nostalgia is a
that insists things
than they seemed.
It takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to our enemies, but just as much to stand up to our friends.
I’m homesick for arms that don’t want to hold me.
But who prays for Satan? Who, in eighteen centuries, has had the common humanity to pray for the one sinner that needed it most?
- Mark Twain
This is honestly my favorite quote. It’s changed how I look at life and religion