What is forgotten cannot be healed, and that which cannot be healed easily becomes the cause of greater evil.

Pay attention to the people God puts in your path if you want to discern what God is up to in your life.

What makes us human is not our mind but our heart, not our ability to think but our ability to love.

For Jesus, there are no countries to be conquered, no ideologies to be imposed, no people to be dominated. There are only children, women and men to be loved.

You don't think your way into a new kind of living. You live your way into a new kind of thinking.

Dare to love and to be a real friend. The love you give and receive is a reality that will lead you closer and closer to God as well as those whom God has given you to love.

My whole life I have been complaining that my work was constantly interrupted, until I discovered that my interruptions were my work.

In a world so torn apart by rivalry, anger, and hatred, we have the privileged vocation to be living signs of a love that can bridge all divisions and heal all wounds.

The main question is not, how can we hide our wounds...but how can we put our woundedness in service to others.

O Lord, make this Lenten season different from the other ones. Let me find you again. Amen.

Those who keep speaking about the sun while walking under a cloudy sky are messengers of hope, the true saints of our day.

Boy, did she love those idiots.

Then how can there be a final revolution? There is no final one

Just cuz you get to the end doesn’t mean you know what happened.

I hate how it’s so much easier to be open and straightforward to a computer screen than to an actual person.

Some say love, it is a razor that leaves your soul to bleed.

...many of the officials, courtiers, and priests, representing the upper class of Egyptian society but not the royalty, looked strikingly like modern Europeans, especially long-headed ones

Someone has said that to plagiarise from the ancients is to play the pirate beyond the Equator, but that to steal from the moderns is to pick pockets at street corners.

The experience of giving birth itself made me feel more womanly.

We who are left, how shall we look again Happily on the sun or feel the rain Without remembering how they who went Ungrudgingly and spent Their lives for us loved, too, the sun and rain?

No .... holy father, throw away that thought. Believe not that the dribbling dart of love Can pierce a complete bosom.