You're blowing it, son! You're blowing it!
Maybe, although my heart is a kitten of butter, I am blowing it up like a zeppelin.
Success brings with it the fear of blowing it. With more to lose, there's more pressure not to lose it.
The winds of God's grace are always blowing, it is for us to raise our sails.
The apocalypse is not something which is coming. The apocalypse has arrived in major portions of the planet and it’s only because we live within a bubble of incredible privilege and social insulation that we still have the luxury of anticipating the apocalypse.
You see, a secret is not something untold. It’s something which can’t be told.