#sacred

Signý knew she would die a thousand deaths upon seeing another woman with him, bearing his children, raising them with him. All the while, Signý, caged in his dungeons, hearing all the painful details of his life with someone else, drowning in her own despair, her love for him turning to hatred. A more tragic life, she could not imagine. ↗

— Farrah Naseem

#despair #farrah-naseem #hatred #sacred #tragic

In my more rebellious days I tried to doubt the existence of the sacred, but the universe kept dancing and life kept writing poetry across my life. (Beyond Religion, p. 81) ↗

— David N. Elkins

#the-sacred #life

Whether you accept or reject the idea of God, the sacredness of all life is a goal devoutly to be wished ↗

— Carlton D. Pearson

#sacredness #life

Much of life appears mundane at the time. Yet in God's providence every moment includes significant details arranged by His divine hand. ↗

— Dillon Burroughs

#moments #providence #sacred #life

The Glory of this life is in viewing it as eternal. ↗

— Beth Johnson

#meditation #releasing #sacredness #soul #spiritual

I have fallen in love with you Sasha Ava Stryker. I am afraid it is eternal and binding. I wanted to stake my claim on you tonight. To make you mine – for now and infinity to come. ↗

— Farrah Naseem

#claim #eternal #farrah-naseem #infinity #love

Angie was where most of me began and all of me ended. ↗

— Dennis Lehane

#sacred #love

...how are you sacred to me? your lines are golden threads - your patter, my patten - I explore the liturgy of your words... ↗

— John Geddes

#liturgy #love #sacred #words #love

A Christian is never dependent on the response of others to grow spiritually. It's our own heart's decisions that matter ↗

— Gary L. Thomas

#marriage

Directly overhead the Milky Way was as distinct as a highway across the sky. The constellations shown brilliantly, except the north, where they were blurred by the white sheets of the Aurora. Now shimmering like translucent curtains drawn over the windows of heaven, the northern lights suddenly streaked across a million miles of space to burst in silent explosions. Fountains of light, pale greens, reds, and yellows, showered the stars and geysered up to the center of the sky, where they pooled to form a multicolored sphere, a kind of mock sun that gave light but no heat, pulsing, flaring, and casting beams in all directions, horizon to horizon. Below, the wolves howled with midnight madness and the two young men stood in speechless awe. Even after the spectacle ended, the Aurora fading again to faint shimmer, they stood as silent and transfixed as the first human beings ever to behold the wonder of creation. Starkmann felt the diminishment that is not self-depreciation but humility; for what was he and what was Bonnie George? Flickers of consciousness imprisoned in lumps of dust; above them a sky ablaze with the Aurora, around them a wilderness where wolves sang savage arias to a frozen moon. ↗

— Philip Caputo

#nature #sacred #men