How wicked it would be, if we could, to call the dead back! She said not to me but to the chaplain, 'I am at peace with God.' She smiled, but not at me. Poi si torno all' eterna fontana.

No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear.

Praise is the mode of love which always has some element of joy in it.

Grief is like a long valley, a winding valley where any bend may reveal a totally new landscape.

What do people mean when they say, 'I am not afraid of God because I know He is good'? Have they never even been to a dentist?

I need Christ, not something that resembles Him.

The death of a beloved is an amputation.

My idea of God is not a divine idea. It has to be shattered time after time. He shatters it Himself.

Her absence is like the sky, spread over everything.

Oh God, God, why did you take such trouble to force this creature out of its shell if it is now doomed to crawl back -- to be sucked back -- into it?

And there’s also ‘To him that hath shall be given.’ After all, you must have a capacity to receive, or even omnipotence can’t give. Perhaps your own passion temporarily destroys the capacity.

We can learn to return home to our open hearts at any moment.

Harry and I have been sweethearts and married more than forty years - and no matter where I was, when I put out my hand Harry's was there to grasp it.

The Good News of the gospel of grace cries out: We are all, equally, privileged but unentitled beggars at the door of God's mercy!

I totally take back all those times I didn't want to nap when I was younger. - T-SHIRT

My father was a sailor and our summer vacations were always on a sailboat. I had a little boat before I had a moped.

While everyone else was saying Trick or Treat my dad was telling us to say Triki Tras.

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I only assumed those dresses were costumes, based on the garish nature of the plumage.

I bought a box of animal crackers, but there was nothing inside. They'd eaten each other.

Not all things are blest, but the seeds of all things are blest.