#us

I see Jesus in every human being. I say to myself, this is hungry Jesus, I must feed him. This is sick Jesus. This one has leprosy or gangrene; I must wash him and tend to him. I serve becuase I love Jesus. ↗

— Mother Teresa

#kind #kindness #love #serve #service

Ever hear a song you love so much you wanna break sh*t? ↗

— Juliet Simms

#the-voice #twitter-quotes #love

He didn't come out of my belly, but my God, I've made his bones, because I've attended to every meal, and how he sleeps, and the fact that he swims like a fish because I took him to the ocean. I'm so proud of all those things. But he is my biggest pride. ↗

— John Lennon

#because #belly #biggest #bones #come

In love the other is important; in lust you are important ↗

— Osho

#lust #love

I wasn't used to guys making me blush, and I wasn't sure why he even was making me blush. ↗

— Holly Hood

#love #witty #love

This is the secret of life: the self lives only by dying, finds its identity (and its happiness) only by self-forgetfulness, self-giving, self-sacrifice, and agape love. ↗

— Peter Kreeft

#catholicism #christianity #god #jesus-shock #love

Here's something I've learned from seventeen years of living: there's nothing you can do to make someone love you. ↗

— Katherine Easer

#vicious-little-darlings #love

But stay away from him, Juliana. When we said we wanted to make you a good match, Leighton was not who we imagined." Even her brother thought Simon too good for her. "Because he is a duke?" "What? No," Ralston said, truly perplexed by her instant defensive response. "Because he's an ass. ↗

— Sarah MacLean

#imagination

Every spring I hear the thrush singing in the glowing woods he is only passing through. His voice is deep, then he lifts it until it seems to fall from the sky. I am thrilled. I am grateful. Then, by the end of morning, he's gone, nothing but silence out of the tree where he rested for a night. And this I find acceptable. Not enough is a poor life. But too much is, well, too much. Imagine Verdi or Mahler every day, all day. It would exhaust anyone. ↗

— Mary Oliver

#birdsong #music #nature #serenity #spring

Sidonie, I know you don't remember it, but you once promised to trust me beyond all reason. And I swear to you that all that I am, all that I possess, including this gem-stone, is yours. I need you. I can't do this alone. Forget your memories. Look into your heart. And if you can find somewhere there, some lingering spark of trust that owes naught to reason, I beg you to speak the word written here. ↗

— Jacqueline Carey

#trust #love