#beloved

Peace, plenty, and contentment reign throughout our borders, and our beloved country presents a sublime moral spectacle to the world. ↗

— James K. Polk

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Beloved, till life can charm no more; And mourned, till Pity's self be dead. ↗

— William Collins

#charm #dead #life #more #mourned

Love does not alter the beloved, it alters itself. ↗

— Soren Kierkegaard

#alters #beloved #does #itself #love

Often and often afterwards, the beloved Aunt would ask me why I had never told anyone how I was being treated. Children tell little more than animals, for what comes to them they accept as eternally established. ↗

— Rudyard Kipling

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The beloved of the Almighty are: the rich who have the humility of the poor, and the poor who have the magnanimity of the rich. ↗

— Saadi

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Beloved friends and comrades... the national Libertarian Party is dead. ↗

— L. Neil Smith

#comrades #dead #friends #libertarian #national

Sweet as sweetest Grecian honey will my song be when I sing, O Beloved, in the season of the Spring! ↗

— Ruben Dario

#grecian #honey #i #season #sing

The engaged mind, illuminated by truth, awakens awareness; the engaged heart, affected by love, awakens passion. May I say once more - this essential energy of the soul is not an ecstatic trance, high emotion or a sanguine stance toward life: It is a fierce longing for God, an unyielding resolve to live in and out of our belovedness. - pg. 152 ↗

— Brennan Manning

#life #passion #life

While the impostor draws his identity from past achievements and the adulation of others, the true self claims identity in its belovedness. We encounter God in the ordinariness of life: not in the search for spiritual highs and extraordinary, mystical experiences but in our simple presence in life. ↗

— Brennan Manning

#christianity #god #identity #impostor #simplicity

Who indeed knows the secret of the earthly pilgrimage? Who knows for what we live, and struggle, and die? Who knows what keeps us living and struggling, while all things break about us? Who knows why the warm flesh of a child is such comfort, when one's own child is lost and cannot be recovered? Wise men write many books, in words too hard to understand. But this, the purpose of our lives, the end of all our struggle, is beyond all human wisdom. ↗

— Alan Paton

#cry-the-beloved-country #life #life