#ray

Yes, go on. Leave. You're always coming and going. The rest of us are stuck here. Do you think he'd still love you if he knew who you are? He doesn't really care—only when it suits him. ↗

— Libba Bray

#libba-bray #rebel-angels #love

The easiest way to get touch with this universal power is through silent Prayer. Shut your eyes, shut your mouth, and open your heart. This is the golden rule of prayer. Prayer should be soundless words coming forth from the centre of your heart filled with love. ↗

— Amit Ray

#meditation #prayer #silence #love

If I'd believed that stuff was true, I would have missed out on loving you. ↗

— Janette Rallison

#second-chance #song-lyrics #life

True prayer is only another name for the love of God. Its excellence does not consist in the multitude of our words; for our Father knoweth what things we have need of before we ask Him. The true prayer is that of the heart, and the heart prays only for what it desires. To pray, then is to desire -- but to desire what God would have us desire. He who asks what he does not from the bottom of his heart desire, is mistaken in thinking that he prays. ↗

— François Fénelon

#honesty #love-of-god #prayer #love

O cousin Kate, my love was true, Your love was writ in sand: If he had fooled not me but you, If you had stood where i stand, He'd not have won me with his love, Nor bought me with his land; I would have spit into his face And not have taken his hand. Yet I have a gift you have not got, And seem not like to get: For all your clothes and wedding-ring I've little doubt you fret. My fair-haired son, my shame, my pride, Cling closer, closer yet: Your father would give lands for one to wear his coronet ↗

— Christina Rossetti

#christina-rossetti #cousin-kate #love

Yet the roses are not less lovely for all that ↗

— Oscar Wilde

#the-picture-of-dorian-gray #love

You know, if you ain't poor, you might think it's the folks in them big ole fine brick churches that's doin all the carin and the prayin. I wish you coulda seen all them little circles a'homeless folks with their heads bowed and their eyes closed, whisperin what was on their hearts. Seemed like they didn't have nothin to give, but they was givin what they had, taken the time to knock on God's front door and ask Him to heal this woman that loved them. ↗

— Ron Hall

#love

–Recuerdas que más te dije aquella vez en el recibidor, –dijo. – Quiero que seas feliz y quiero que él sea feliz. Sin embargo, cuando camines por ese pasillo para encontrarlo y unirse para siempre, romperás en fragmentos mi corazón. Tessa. Daría mi vida por cualquiera de los dos, daría mi vida por su felicidad, pensé que tal vez cuando me dijiste que no me amabas, mis sentimientos se irían y desaparecerían pero no lo hicieron. Crecen cada día más, te amo con una mayor desesperación en este momento de lo que te había amado antes, y en una hora te amaré más que ahora. Sé que es injusto decirte esto, lo sé, cuando no puedes hacer nada al respecto. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#love #tessa-gray #will-herondale #love

Practicing the Presence of God is bringing our “heart” – body, soul, and mind – to God, to be in His Presence – to love Him, to worship Him, to lay our troubles and triumphs with Him, to rest in Him. What a glorious idea….but few of us ever find that rest! ↗

— David Paul Kikrpatrick

#prayer #presence #love

Joni discovered the best way to put the halter on her horse without being animal resisting and fleeing was to turn her back until he nuzzled up to her. At that point, she could slip the halter on. Just so, she surmises, sometimes God waits for us to turn our backs on what we desire most and to trust Him. ↗

— Joni Eareckson Tada

#prayer #love