Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your… Continue reading C.S. Lewis
In my great melancholy, I loved life, for I love my melancholy. ― Søren Kierkegaard
You’ll be working in groups. — Satan
We all grow tired eventually; it happens to everyone. Even the sun, at the close of the year, is no longer a morning person. ― Joyce Rachelle
No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear. ― C.S. Lewis, A Grief Observed. (HarperOne; 1 edition, February 6, 2001) Originally published 1961.
“I will love you like God, because of God, mighted by the power of God. I will stop expecting your love, demanding your love, trading for your love, gaming for your love. I will simply love. I am giving myself to you, and tomorrow I will do it again. I suppose the clock itself will… Continue reading Donald Miller
For language to have meaning there must be intervals of silence somewhere, to divide word from word and utterance from utterance. He who retires into silence does not necessarily hate language. Perhaps it is love and respect for language which imposes silence upon him. — Thomas Merton, Disputed Questions. (Harvest Books; 1st Harvest/HBJ ed edition,… Continue reading Thomas Merton