There is nothing like staying at home for real comfort.
There is no real ending. It's just the place where you stop the story.
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.
You can pray until you faint, but if you don't get up and try to do something, God is not going to put it in your lap.
The greatest good you can do for another is not just to share your riches but to reveal to him his own.
We have to choose between what is right, and what is easy.
There is nothing like staying at home for real comfort.
There is no real ending. It's just the place where you stop the story.
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.
You can pray until you faint, but if you don't get up and try to do something, God is not going to put it in your lap.
The greatest good you can do for another is not just to share your riches but to reveal to him his own.
We have to choose between what is right, and what is easy.