The friendship we share grows amidst the craggy rock pond reeds of water spray fireflies scented with bonfires.

Love is like a friendship caught on fire. In the beginning a flame very pretty often hot and fierce but still only light and flickering. As love grows older our hearts mature and our love becomes as coals deep-burning and unquenchable.

My dear brother Barack Obama has a certain fear of free black men. As a young brother who grows up in a white context brilliant African father he's always had to fear being a white man with black skin. All he has known culturally is white. He has a certain rootlessness a deracination.

We tell lies when we are afraid... afraid of what we don't know afraid of what others will think afraid of what will be found out about us. But every time we tell a lie the thing that we fear grows stronger.

Valor grows by daring fear by holding back.

The attempt to redefine the family as a purely voluntary arrangement grows out of the modern delusion that people can keep all their options open all the time.

Red Sox fans have been pushed to the brink over the years but that's how faith grows stronger.

My reputation grows with every failure.

Whatever you dwell on in the conscious grows in your experience.

I tell young people to prepare themselves as best they can for a world that grows more challenging every day-get the best education they can and couple that education with real-life experience in social justice work.