# 124:

New is temporary.
Shabby is eternal.


~ Russ Allison Loar
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# 65:

At ocean’s edge,
the tide pushes me back,
then pulls me forward.

I try to balance myself
between its inevitable,
contrary motions.


~ Russ Allison Loar
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# 6 & # 7:

For every bird that flies,
there’s a little bird that dies.

Or:

For every bird that dies,
there’s a little bird that flies.


~ Russ Allison Loar
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# 46:

If you would have demons become angels,
you must pray for them.


~ Russ Allison Loar
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# 77:

My self-esteem is so low,
I have delusions of mediocrity.


~ Russ Allison Loar
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# 73:

When you begin a prayer you open a door.
Keep the door open.


~ Russ Allison Loar
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# 139:

Fear comes when we expect the future
to be bad. Hope comes when we expect the future to be good. Joy comes from experiencing happy moments without the need of the past or the future—the joy of a blissful now.


~ Russ Allison Loar
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# 122:

Christ would weep
for what some Christians do.


~ Russ Allison Loar
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# 106:

Desire is the fuel for hope.


~ Russ Allison Loar
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# 64:

Some people want to own the road,
while others are just out for the drive.


~ Russ Allison Loar
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# 231:

There is nothing quite as persistent as reality,
but imagination comes close.


~ Russ Allison Loar
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# 158:

We draw the boundaries of heaven
around the spaces of ourselves,
as if heaven were a place unwelcome.


~ Russ Allison Loar
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