Best 15 quotes of Connilyn Cossette on MyQuotes

But still she fled, leaving me battered and bleeding among the remnants of my brother's life, each of her parting footfalls another blow to the dream I'd not deserved, but had foolishly dared to hope for.

Every step away from Kedesh felt like fighting against a rushing river. I could practically feel my home calling, beckoning me to return.

Our family was built atop the ruins of tragedy, Rivkah, each brick fashioned from mercy. You will find no stones in their palms.

Sex slavery in all forms is an assault on human life.

She gently placed her palm on my wounded shoulder and the warmth of her hand did nearly as much to soothe the ache as did the ointment. If only she would continue touching me, allow us to forge something new together from the broken pieces of our past. Her willing presence in my life would be far more healing than any balm

She tipped her head back and laughed with gusto, the sound so full and lovely that my own amusement crashed to a halt and I could do nothing but stare. The notes of her laughter twirled through the air like butterflies alight on the breeze.

The dance of ink over finely woven plant fibers became an act of worship, a connection to the Creator of language himself, especially when the words of a new song spilled from my heart onto a sheet of papyrus.

The mountains will fall to dust before I will ever give up on my daughter.

There was no use wondering about the past.

There will be times when there is nothing you can do but survive, to place one foot after the other into the driving rain.

These young ones. They do not understand. There are so few of us left who remember how destructive rebellion is. The slaughter after the Golden Calf was worshiped. The thousands who died. The firestorm that burned the outer rim of camp when the foreigners among us incited a riot. They take for granted the miraculous water that feeds this multitude. They have eaten the manna every day of their lives and do not see the utter strangeness of it. They have not felt the desperation of thirst or the hopelessness of hunger. All they do is complain,

When had my sister's words become so barbed and poisoned? Grief had sharpened her tongue to a fine point.

Yahweh is the creator of all that there is. He is the most real thing, the only eternal thing. Our hearts will stop beating, our eyes will close, the mountains may someday crumble, the trees will wither away, but Yahweh will always be.

You can tuck your head under your wing for a while...and wait out this storm. But you will fly again.

You'll never discover what blessings are in store for you if you don't stop hiding here, licking your wounds.