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But how could anyone who's ever seen a summer- big recordings of green and skies lit up electric with splashy sunsets, a riot of flowers and wind that smells like concert- pick the snow? ↗

— Lauren Oliver

#love #love-it #summer #warmth #winter

Rodwell wandered into No Man's Land and put a bullet through his ears. On Sunday, Robert sat on his bed in the old hotel at Bailleul and read what Rodwell had written. To my daughter, Laurine; Love your mother. Make your prayers against despair. I am alive in everything I touch. Touch these pages and you have me in your fingertips. We survive in one another. Everything lives forever. Believe it. Nothing dies. I am your father always. ↗

— Timothy Findley

#love

A Short Testament Whatever harm I may have done In all my life in all your wide creation If I cannot repair it I beg you to repair it, And then there are all the wounded The poor the deaf the lonely and the old Whom I have roughly dismissed As if I were not one of them. Where I have wronged them by it And cannot make amends I ask you To comfort them to overflowing, And where there are lives I may have withered around me, Or lives of strangers far or near That I've destroyed in blind complicity, And if I cannot find them Or have no way to serve them, Remember them. I beg you to remember them When winter is over And all your unimaginable promises Burst into song on death's bare branches. ↗

— Anne Porter

#god #life #poetry #death

Maybe that's what praying is all about. Maybe it's not just asking God to forgive us for bad things or asking Him for good things. Maybe it's just the act of praying and feeling that there's someone up there listening that makes us feel better and less helpless. ↗

— Sarah Darer Littman

#faith

…for no matter how lost and soiled and worn-out wandering sons may be, mothers can forgive and forget every thing as they fold them into their fostering arms. Happy the son whose faith in his mother remains unchanged, and who, through all his wanderings, has kept some filial token to repay her brave and tender love. ↗

— Louisa May Alcott

#louisa-may-alcott #faith

I don't know what happened between the two of you. I don't know if it can be forgiven. The hardest thing always is to forgive yourself. ↗

— Antonia Michaelis

#lighthouse-keeper #mr-knaake #forgiveness

Mothers observe all, absorb all, give all, forgive all, offer all, suffer all, feel all, heal all, hope for all, pray for all. But most of all, Mothers love always. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#moms #mothers #mothers-day #parenthood #richelle

We must be our own authentically unique truth, and question who we are, what created us, and what processes within us are alien and externally created. ↗

— Bryant McGill

#love-yourself #truth-in-you #uniqueness-of-individual #love

I knew now, that it is by loving, and not by being loved, that one can come nearest the soul of another; yea, that, where two love, it is the loving of each other, and not the being loved by each other, that originates and perfects and assures their blessedness. I knew that love gives to him that loveth, power over any soul beloved... ↗

— George MacDonald

#love #phantastes #the-power-of-love #love

Give me excess of love, whatever it costs. We pay with our souls, and if we die with our souls intact we know we haven't loved enough. ↗

— Louise Carey

#love #souls #the-city-of-silk-and-steel #love