The heart wants to hear, see, and know.
The human heart seeks to engage especially in three activities. It wants to hear and be heard, it wants to see and be seen, and it wants to know and be known.
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The human heart seeks to engage especially in three activities. It wants to hear and be heard, it wants to see and be seen, and it wants to know and be known.
If you do not answer the noise and urgency of your gifts they will turn on you. Or drag you down with their immense sadness at being abandoned.
I don’t think the robots are taking over. I think the men who play with toys have taken over. And if we don’t take the toys out of their hands, we’re fools.
The fanatical atheists are like slaves who are still feeling the weight of their chains which they have thrown off after hard struggle. They are creatures who—in their grudge against traditional religion as the “opium of the masses”—cannot hear the music of the spheres.
Do you have doubts about life? Are you unsure if it is really worth the trouble? Look at the sky: that is for you. Look at each person’s face as you pass them on the street: those faces are for you. And the street itself, and the ground under the street, and the ball of fire underneath the ground: all these things are for you. They are as much for you as they are for other people. Remember this when you wake up in the morning and think you have nothing. Stand up and face the east. Now praise the sky and praise the light within each person under the sky. It’s okay to be unsure. But praise, praise, praise.
What people don’t realise is how much religion costs. They think faith is a big electric blanket, when of course it is the cross. It is much harder to believe than not to believe.
Writing a novel is like driving a car at night. You can see only as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way.
You never had a rope around your neck. Well, I’m going to tell you something. When that rope starts to pull tight, you can feel the Devil bite your ass.
Silence exists so that we might speak to God. And it is in silence that God communicates His graces to us.
Everything has its wonders, even darkness and silence, and I learn, whatever state I may be in, therein to be content.
Those who stand outside all judgments of value cannot have any ground for preferring one of their own impulses to another except the emotional strength of that impulse.
Love consents to all and commands only those who consent. Love is abdication. God is abdication.