“I wasn’t actually in love, but felt a sort of tender curiosity. The bored haughty face that she turned to the world concealed something-most affectations conceal something eventually, even though they don’t in the beginning-and one day I found what it was.”
—The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald
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“If personality is an unbroken series of successful gestures, then there was something gorgeous about him, some heightened sensitivity to the promises of life, as of he were related to one of those intricate machines that register earthquakes ten thousand miles away.”
—The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald
“And on, and on, and on, and on.”
—Christian Tenbrook
“There are words for nights like this, but I’m certain I will never fully conjure up the deliberate ones. Surely it is that transcendent reality that keeps this maddening rotation, this ocean bound river, these endless explosions of breath in eternal motion onward. I have spent many nights wondering if I am truly enough. If my love is enough. If my bleeding hands and weary feet are enough. If these ink soaked pages are worth their trembling beginnings. At once, I have realized that these things shall pass away into dust; yet, I have stumbled into the glory of a silent morning, where I have stood beneath the rushing of that Great Wind, and I have realized that my Jesus is certainly enough. And it is by this accord that I have flung my body outstretched into its gale to forever drift in the direction of Heaven. For, though all things shall pass, my Redeemer shall not.”
—Christian Tenbrook
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“Where there is the potential for the Kingdom to advance, there also is Satan with his lies and fears. Fear not, blessed children of God! For, that hideous Beast does not hold the keys. Rather, our Redeemer, who is indeed alive and well, has already opened the floodgates of Heaven.”
—Christian Tenbrook
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“She was sitting up now. My arm was around her and she was leaning back against me, and we were quite calm. She was looking into my eyes with that way she had of looking that made you wonder whether she really saw out of her own eyes. They would look on and on after everyone else’s eyes in the world would have stopped looking. She looked as though there were nothing on earth she would not look at like that, and really she was afraid of so many things.”
—The Sun Also Rises by Ernest Hemingway
“It is my deepest conviction that I rise every morning with a cross hung around my neck; yet, on any given day, I could walk past the poor-man who hung on that very cross wholly indifferent to his plight.”
—Christian Tenbrook
Please read the book "The Name of the Wind" by Patrick Rothfuss, and his second book "A Wise Man's Fear"... it's a brilliant story and fictional - but the character, Kvothe, reminds me of you a little from what I get from this blog... and I think you'd enjoy it.
Thanks for the suggestions. I will have to check them out. Thanks, also, for checking out the blog! Grace and Peace - CT
“And I have stumbled into that dreadful haunting of words. I have submitted the full of my brain to a beast which is unable to weep, unable to bleed, unable even to die. I have committed to the page that which cannot lick, or hear, or scream endlessly into the night sky, as I do. Suddenly, I have realized the eternity of my scribblings, which stare back at me silent from their indelible plane, and I fear I have rendered a lifeless, futile thing. Alas! What sorrow is the word which is no Word at all.”
—Christian Tenbrook
