For a long time visits among lovers and professions of love are kept up through habit, after their behavior has plainly proved that love no longer exists.
Pity enlarges the heart.
God is so good that He only awaits our desire to overwhelm us with the gift of himself.
To just read the Bible, attend church, and avoid “big” sins-is this passionate, wholehearted love for God?
I had often heard Mentor say, that the voluptuous were never brave, and I now found by experience that it was true; for the Cyprians whose jollity had been so extravagant and tumultuous, now sunk under a sense of their danger and wept like women. I heard nothing but the screams of terror and the wailings of hopeless distress. Some lamented the loss of pleasures that were never to return; but none had presence of mind either to undertake or direct the navigation of the menaced vessel.
We may as well tolerate all religions, since God Himself tolerates all.
There is no more dangerous illusion than the fancies by which people try to avoid illusion.
If true, the Pythagorean principles as to abstain from flesh, foster innocence; if ill-founded they at least teach us frugality, and what loss have you in losing your cruelty? It merely deprives you of the food of lions and vultures. . . let us ask what is best - not what is customary. Let us love temperance - let us be just - let us refrain from bloodshed.
I feel like people want to be surprised when they get out of the movies. They want something thrown at them they didn't expect. They want stuff that reminds them of the feelings that you get when you're watching art house movies but with the fun of like a big summer movie. That's the goal, I guess.
My focus on silence is to be understood as an intrinsic part of the body's search for meaning amongst the noisy assaults of everyday life. . . . What quilts have brought to the viewing of art generally is this intervening layer of silence, of collected thought and concerted attention.
There's no down time any more.