But having that ambition and bringing it to realization were two different matters, he discovered as time went by.

"If you're still using one, it's time to put it in the attic next to your legwarmers and that copy of "The Breakfast Club" on VHS and move to an Internet fax service instead.

That girl he was hugging may well be just a friend.

I left work and went home in the full realisation that perhaps I am not such a rationalist after all, because I sobbed my heart out in the arms of my partner.

I do not suppose one can ever have great hopes without their being combined with great fears.

Two surfers in wetsuits were already wading into the blue Mediterranean with their boards.

The Democrats' biggest problem is not with white women but with white men—particularly with white working-class men—who have been drifting to the Republican Party for decades.

The Democrats’ biggest problem is not with white women but with white men—particularly with white working-class men—who have been drifting to the Republican Party for decades.

What mysterious force drives us into the arms of one person, while pushing us away from another who might appear equally desirable to any unbiased observer?

No country, of course, is bound to repeat history, and China has shed centuries of insularity to embrace foreign investment, trade and technology.

He said Damascus authorities know that if they want to return to the good graces of the international community there can be no return to its past role in Lebanese affairs.

Drop into His arms of love. Let Him catch you and support you when you have nowhere else to go.

Eventually they came up with a strategy: if they could persuade just three of the biggest companies to embrace OS X, everyone else would follow.

She sat with her back to Castle Peak, embrace green water, air pure, pleasant climate, is a tourist to get close to nature, a good place for leisure.

He becomes an American by being received in the broad lap of our great Alma Mater.

It is very easy to fall into the habit of doubting, fretting, and wondering if God has forsaken us and if after all our hopes are to end in failure. Let us refuse to be discouraged.

One of the answers was Enchanted Hills, where my nurse friend and I have the privilege of seeing blind children come alive in God’s out-of-doors.

An Australian mother who hugged her dead premature baby for two hours, has apparently brought his son 'back from the dead', through her cuddles.

Theirs isthe story of the bad boy made very, very good, who breezes stylishlythrough high society with an impossibly glamorous woman on his arm, yetnever loses his street-smart edge.

Sister Mary, who had been brought up to be helpful, removed the nametag, copied it out, and Attachéd the duplicate to the baby in her care.