A muffled curse comes from the doorway. I jerk my head to find Jeb there, blood drained from his face. His gaze is fierce yet dejected, a deep and gut-twisting wound I haven’t seen since his dad was alive and tormenting him.
— A.G. HowardDon’t kill yourself just because you think and feel you are empty. God needs empty vessels to fill!
— Ernest Agyemang YeboahWe are sometimes dragged into a pit of unhappiness by someone else’s opinion that we do not look happy.
— Mokokoma Mokhonoana