Yet, no matter how deeply I go down into myself, my God is dark, and like a webbing made of a hundred roots that drink in silence. I know that my trunk rose from his warmth, but that’s all, because my branches hardly move at all near the ground, and just wave a little in the wind.
Love is a painful, poignant, touching attempt by two flawed individuals to try and meet each other’s needs in situations of gross uncertainty and ignorance about who they are and who the other person is.
The boundary separating that which we call “normal,” from that which we call “abnormal” is described by the frequency, intensity, and duration of symptoms.
Men go crazy in congregations. They only get better one by one. Sting
Let this darkness be a bell tower and you the bell. As you ring, what batters you becomes your strength.
Of all the preposterous assumptions of humanity over humanity, nothing exceeds most of the criticisms made on the habits of the poor by the well-housed, well- warmed, and well-fed.
