Reblogged from bookmania
“From that time on, the world was hers for the reading. She would never be lonely again, never miss the lack of intimate friends. Books became her friends and there was one for every mood. There was poetry for quiet companionship. There was adventure when she tired of quiet hours. There would be love stories when she came into adolescence and when she wanted to feel a closeness to someone she could read a biography. On that day when she first knew she could read, she made a vow to read one book a day as long as she lived.” ― Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn (Photo by Dimitri Caceaune)
A promise from an everlasting God :
I will renew your strength and when you think you can’t take one more breath, I’ll give you enough to keep you going on, and enough to keep you going and to keep going and keep going and keep going.
I will hold you. Even if you let go of me, I will not let go of you.
(Source here)