#hold

There is no ongoing spiritual life without this process of letting go. At the precise point where we refuse, growth stops. If we hold tightly to anything given to us, unwilling to let it go when the time comes to let it go or unwilling to allow it to be used as the Giver means it to be used, we stunt the growth of the soul. It is easy to make a mistake here, “If God gave it to me,” we say, “its mine. I can do what I want with it.” No. The truth is that it is ours to thank Him for and ours to offer back to Him, ours to relinquish, ours to lose, ours to let go of – if we want to find our true selves, if we want real life, if our hearts are set on glory. ↗

— Elisabeth Elliot

#hold-on #keep #let-go #mine #pain

My eyes trail from his hand to the tattoo written in small script across his forearm. Hopeless ↗

— Colleen Hoover

#sky #hopelessness

Does not-your boyfriend realize I'm Mormon?" I nod. "It turns out, Holder doesn't have an issue with Mormons at all. He just has an issue with assholes. ↗

— Colleen Hoover

#holder #sky #hopelessness

You probably faked passing out the other day, just so you could be carried in my hot, sweaty, manly arms. ↗

— Colleen Hoover

#sky #hopelessness

I can already tell he isn't the kind of guy a girl gets a simple crush on. He's the kind of guy you fall hard for, and the thought of that terrifies me. ↗

— Colleen Hoover

#sky #hopelessness

I pull his mouth to mine and I kiss him. I kiss him for always having the perfect thing to say. I kiss him for always being there for me. I kiss him for supporting whatever decision I think I might need to make. I kiss him for being so patient with me while I figure everything out. I kiss him because I can’t think of anything better than climbing back inside that car with him and talking about everything we’ll do when we get to Hawaii. - Sky ↗

— Colleen Hoover

#hopeless #romance #sky #hopelessness

There’s a gate?” I ask, confused. “Why do we always climb the fence?” He shoots me a sly grin. “You were in a dress the two times we’ve been here. Where’s the fun in walking through a gate? ↗

— Colleen Hoover

#dean-holder #hopeless #sky-and-holder #sky-davis #hopelessness

Holy spirits, you walk up there in the light, on soft earth. Shining god-like breezes touch upon you gently, as a woman's fingers play music on holy strings. Like sleeping infants the gods breathe without any plan; the spirit flourishes continually in them, chastely kept, as in a small bud, and their holy eyes look out in still eternal clearness. A place to rest isn't given to us. Suffering humans decline and blindly fall from one hour to the next, like water thrown from cliff to cliff, year after year, down into the Unknown. ↗

— Friedrich Hölderlin

#music

For myself I hold no preferences among flowers, so long as they are wild, free, spontaneous. Bricks to all greenhouses! Black thumb and cutworm to the potted plant! ↗

— Edward Abbey

#among #black #bricks #flowers #free

Stem cell research holds out the promise of finding cures and treatments for a wide range of diseases. ↗

— Tom Allen

#cell research #cures #diseases #finding #holds