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. Advertisements
“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
You withdraw into your sorrow: this, at least, is yours. — Hans Urs von Balthasar, Heart of the World. (Ignatius Press, June 1, 1980)
Man cannot sprout wings unless he has first reached the brink of the abyss! — ― Nikos Kazantzakis, The Last Temptation of Christ. (Simon & Schuster; Reprint edition March 1, 1998) Originally published 1952.
You have stood before some landscape, which seems to embody what you have been looking for all your life … All the things that have deeply possessed your soul have been but hints of it–tantalizing glimpses, promises never quite fulfilled, echoes that died away just as they caught your ear. But if it should really… Continue reading C. S. Lewis
I have understood: the tree must be wounded so that the scion should find its own place, understood: the tree must be wounded to let life seep through; understood: I must open myself— (my life’s frontiers shift so that what is not mine becomes mine. And should they not shift so that mine becomes not… Continue reading Pope John Paul II