#tin

I learned that within the confines of God’s story, nothing had been stolen from me, but rather everything was given to me. My life, which felt so out of control, was in reality in complete control – God’s control. ↗

— Wendy Blight

#faith #religion #trust #trusting-god #faith

We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in introspection. ↗

— Anaïs Nin

#life

It is when we are at our darkest hour, when we can see no evidence that God loves us or that he is even there to listen to our prayers, much less answer them...and yet, we still obey. It is then that the devil is reminded that his cause is lost. ↗

— Tom King

#obedience #steadfastness #trusting-god #faith

Is it not lack of faith that leads men to fear the scrutiny of reason? If the destination is doubtful, than the path must be fraught with fear. A robust faith need not fear, for if God exists, then reason cannot help but lead us to Him. Cogito, ergo Deus est,'says St. Augustine, I think, therefore God is. ↗

— Donna Woolfolk Cross

#god #knowledge #latin #reason #st-augustine

She brought a chair into the room and placed it alongside the top of his bed. Then she held his hand as he drifted off to sleep. It was so small in her own hand, and it felt warm and dry. She pressed his hand gently, and his fingers returned the pressure, but only just, as he was almost asleep by then. She remembered, but not very well, what it was to fall asleep holding the hand of another; how precious such an experience, how fortunate those to whom it was vouchsafed by the gods of Friendship, or of Love. She thought she had forgotten that, but now she remembered. ↗

— Alexander McCall Smith

#friendship #love #parenting #experience

There are some who believe that the mind is a blank tablet, on which experience is writ until the page be full, and the cryptic world is known; but I see rather that my own life hath been one long forgetting, the erasure of what was drawn, a terrible redaction; til all that remains is blank white and comfortless. I know not what we have been; I know not what we are; but I know what we might be. And so I light out for the unknown regions. ↗

— M.T. Anderson

#life #mind #experience

What difference does it make if you live in a picturesque little outhouse surrounded by 300 feeble minded goats and your faithful dog? The question is: Can you write? ↗

— Ernest Hemingway

#faith

Nothing stays forgotten for long, Elly. Sometimes we simply have to remind the world that we're still here. ↗

— Sarah Winman

#life #memory #life

When a boy's first romantic interlude is with Pheobe the Dog-Faced Girl, he feels a need to get out into the world and find a new life. ↗

— Annette Curtis Klause

#circus #dating #funny #girls #humor

If Caribbean writers have one single unifying theme, it is a strong sense of place, and of home. There is also - always, beneath the humour, which is a West Indian characteristic - a sadness: an awareness of a past that can never really be forgotten, or forgiven." From The Writing Of The Caribbean, The Atlas Of Literature, edited by Malcolm Bradbury ↗

— Edited by Malcolm Bradbury

#caribbean #guyana #westindies #wi #home