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...there began to come to her a first dim realization of God's humility. Rejected by the proud in His own right by what humble means He chose to succor them; through the spirit of a child, a poor gypsy or an old man, by a song perhaps, or even it might be by the fall of a leaf or the scent of a flower. For His infinite and humble patience nothing was too small to advance His purpose of salvation and eternity was not too long for its accomplishment. ↗

— Elizabeth Goudge

#humility #tender-mercies #love

an English girl might well believe that time is how you spend your love. ↗

— Nick Laird

#nick-laird #poem #poetry #the-last-saturday-in-ulster #time

My task is to simplify and then go deeper, making a commitment to what remains. That's what I've been after. To care and polish what remains till it glows and comes alive from loving care. ↗

— Sue Bender

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She had discovered that her love of knowing was not unnatural or sinful but the direct consequence of a God-given ability to reason. ↗

— Donna Woolfolk Cross

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A body is a body, but only voices are capable of love ↗

— Ricardo Piglia

#love #voices #love

So, this is how it will play out. Today, in the sunshine, on the noisy sidewalk at Logan Airport in Boston, with people and their suitcases bumping into me, and taxi horns blaring and strangers going about their routine day, I’m about to learn that I have lost my husband. I will finally know his secrets. ↗

— Deirdre-Elizabeth Parker

#felon #fugitive #identify-theft #love #love

Love and the lover have no rigid doctrine. Whichever direction the lover takes, he turns toward his beloved. Wherever he may be, he is with his beloved. Wherever he goes, he goes with his beloved. He cannot do anything, cannot survive for even one moment, without his beloved. He constantly recalls his beloved, and his beloved remembers him. Lover and beloved, rememberer and remembered, are ever in each other’s company, always together. ↗

— Shiekh Muzaffer

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We will take a few moments and make fun of religious people, and we do this in love. No, we do, because we love to make fun of religious people. ↗

— Mark Driscoll

#love #luke #religious #love

Love's Course A boatman crossing Yura Strait Has lost his rudder, and the boat Is drifting with uncertain fate, Like love's course, indeterminate. ↗

— Sone no Yoshitada

#uncertainty #love

Again, please,” she whispered. (Allie to Wes) ↗

— Jodi Thomas

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