"When we begin to view people as ideology-carriers rather than human beings, we begin to travel a dark road."
John Ortberg (from his Blog - January 2011)
Friday, January 28, 2011
Tuesday, September 07, 2010
The questioning friend
My friend is the person who asks the same questions as I (not necessarily the person who arrives at the same conclusions).
C. S. Lewis
C. S. Lewis
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Touching people's hearts
“I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.”
Maya Angelou
Maya Angelou
Sunday, October 04, 2009
Friday, September 25, 2009
Beauty
"Beauty is not a luxury. It ennobles our hearts so we can see infinity within ourselves."
-John O'Donohue
Poem/Prayer dealing with Loss
And when your eyes freeze behind the gray window and the ghost of loss gets in to you, may a flock of colors, indigo, red, green and azure blue come to awaken in you a meadow of delight.
John O'Donohue
John O'Donohue
Friday, June 26, 2009
Why hate is not the worst thing in the world, there is something worse
The true opposite of love is not hate but indifference. Hate, bad as it is, at least treats the neighbour as a thou, whereas indifference turns the neighbour into an it, a thing. This is why we may say that there is actually one thing worse than evil itself and that is indifference to evil. In human relations the nadir of morality, the lowest point as far as Christian ethics is concerned, is manifest in the phrase, I couldn't care less.'
- Joseph Fletcher
Hate is not the opposite of love; apathy is.
- Rollo May
- Joseph Fletcher
Hate is not the opposite of love; apathy is.
- Rollo May
There is nothing harder than the softness of indifference.
Monday, June 15, 2009
Monday, May 25, 2009
It takes time and work to be succinct
I made this letter longer than usual because I lack the time to make it short.
- Blaise Pascal
- Blaise Pascal
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Place in you never wounded
Your identity is not equivalent to your biography.
There is a place in you where you have never been wounded,
where there is still a sureness in you,
where there is a seamlessness in you,
and where there is a confidence and tranquility in you.
And I think the intention of prayer, and spirituality and Love is now and again to visit that inner kind of sanctuary
John O'Donohue
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
A Quiet Man
When a quiet man is moved to passion, it seems the very earth will shake.
Stephanie Barron, Jane and the Unpleasantness at Scargrave Manor, 1996
Stephanie Barron, Jane and the Unpleasantness at Scargrave Manor, 1996
Monday, June 23, 2008
Friends and Dreams
Friends... they cherish one another's hopes. They are kind to one another's dreams.
-Henry David Thoreau
-Henry David Thoreau
Sunday, September 30, 2007
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Love & Kindness
"Life is short and we never have enough time for the hearts of those who travel the way with us. O, be swift to love! Make haste to be kind."
Henri-Frederic Amiel
Henri-Frederic Amiel
Monday, September 10, 2007
Rita Rudner on Poodles
"I wonder if other dogs think poodles are members of a weird religious cult."
Rita Rudner
Rita Rudner
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
The mystery that is beauty
Beauty is not only a terrible thing, it is also a mysterious thing.
There God and the Devil strive for mastery,
and the battleground is the hearts of men.
Fyodor Dostoyevsky
There God and the Devil strive for mastery,
and the battleground is the hearts of men.
Fyodor Dostoyevsky
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Thoreau's view of lakes
“A lake is the landscape’s most beautiful and expressive feature. It is Earth’s eye; looking into which the beholder measures the depth of his own nature.”
Walden, ‘The Ponds’
Walden, ‘The Ponds’
Creation is beautiful but corrupted
“Man…trusted God was love indeed
And love Creation’s final law –Tho’
Nature, red in tooth and claw
With ravine, shrek’d against his creed/”
Tennyson, In Memoriam
And love Creation’s final law –Tho’
Nature, red in tooth and claw
With ravine, shrek’d against his creed/”
Tennyson, In Memoriam
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
No good goal is ever lost
Each Life Converges To Some Centre by Emily Dickinson.
Each life converges to some centre
Expressed or still;
Exists in every human nature
A goal,
Admitted scarcely to itself,
it may be,
Too fair
For credibility' s temerity
To dare.
Adored with caution, as a brittle heaven,
To reach
Were hopeless as the rainbow's raiment
To touch,
Yet persevered toward, surer for the distance;
How high
Unto the saints' slow diligence
The sky!
Ungained, it may be, by a life's low venture,
But then,
Eternity enables the endeavoring
Again.
Each life converges to some centre
Expressed or still;
Exists in every human nature
A goal,
Admitted scarcely to itself,
it may be,
Too fair
For credibility' s temerity
To dare.
Adored with caution, as a brittle heaven,
To reach
Were hopeless as the rainbow's raiment
To touch,
Yet persevered toward, surer for the distance;
How high
Unto the saints' slow diligence
The sky!
Ungained, it may be, by a life's low venture,
But then,
Eternity enables the endeavoring
Again.
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