#ray

Dear God," said Nudge under her breath, "I want real parents. But I want them to want me too. I want them to love me. I already love them. Please see what you can do. Thanks very much. Love, Nudge." Okay, so I'm not saying we were pros at this or anything. (Max thoughts) ↗

— James Patterson

#desire #funny #god #humor #learning

I belonged to the generation that grew up under National Socialism, and was blinded and led astray - and allowed itself to be led astray. ↗

— Gunter Grass

#astray #belonged #blinded #generation #grew

Black is the absence of all color. White is the presence of all colors. I suppose life must be one or the other. On the whole, though, I think I would prefer color to its absence. But then black does add depth and texture to color. Perhaps certain shades of gray are necessary to a complete palette. Even unrelieved black. Ah, a deep philosophical question. Is black necessary to life, even a happy life? Could we ever be happy if we did not at least occasionally experience misery? ↗

— Mary Balogh

#gray-book #life #misery #white #experience

I write quite a lot of sonnets, and I think of them almost as prayers: short and memorable, something you can recite. ↗

— Carol Ann Duffy

#i #i think #i write #lot #memorable

Poetry and prayer are very similar. ↗

— Carol Ann Duffy

#prayer #similar #very

I have not placed reading before praying because I regard it more important, but because, in order to pray aright, we must understand what we are praying for. ↗

— Angelina Grimke

#because #before #i #important #more

Contemporaries relate that hearing Martin Luther pray was "an experience in theology". They said the reformer began praying with such humility that he could be pitied, only to proceed with such boldness before God that the human hearer would fear for him. ↗

— A.W. Tozer

#forgiveness #prayer #experience

He had strong, steady hands, and I could tell from looking at them there was little he couldn't do. Mossy always said you could tell everything you needed to know about a man from his hands. Some hands, she told me, were leaving hands. They were the wandering sort that slipped into places they shouldn't, and they would wander right off again because those hands just couldn't stay still. Some hands were worthless hands, fit only to hold a drink or flick ash from a cigar, and some were punishing hands that hit hard and didn't leave a mark and those were the ones you never stayed to see twice. But the best hands were knowing hands, Mossy told me with a slow smile. Knowing hands were capable; they could soothe a horse or woman. They could take things apart -- including your heart -- and put them back together better than before. Knowing hands were rare, but if you found them, they were worth holding, at least for a little while. ↗

— Deanna Raybourn

#compassion #deanna-raybourn #experience #hands #love

I'm just confused as to where we lost that in America because it is everyone's God-given right to think the way they think and that's fine. That's why our ancestors came here to America, to believe what they want, pray how they want and follow a religion with whoever they want. ↗

— Angie Harmon

#ancestors #because #believe #came #confused

The person who doesn't scatter the morning dew will not comb gray hairs. ↗

— Hunter S. Thompson

#dew #gray #gray hairs #hairs #morning