See, the same old Ella still lives. " He grins. . . "She just needed a little push out. ". . . "No, she doesn't. She's gone forever. " "Try all you want, but I'm bringing her back.
Hope, O my soul, hope. You know neither the day nor the hour.
Her heart is full of joy with love, for in the Lord her mind is stilled. She has renounced every selfish attachment and draws abiding joy and strength from the One within. She lives not for herself, but lives to serve the Lord of Love in all, and swims across the sea of life breasting its rough waves joyfully.
Whenever we think of Christ, we should recall the love that led Him to bestow on us so many graces and favors, and also the great love God showed in giving us in Christ a pledge of His love; for love calls for love in return. Let us strive to keep this always before our eyes and to rouse ourselves to love Him.
Mental prayer is nothing else but being on terms of friendship with God, frequently conversing in secret with Him.
Each of us has a soul, but we forget to value it. We don't remember that we are creatures made in the image of God. We don't understand the great secrets hidden inside of us.
No one should think or say anything of another which he would not wish thought or said of himself.
We should remind our American friends of their own motto: United we stand. Divided, we fall.
Failing to be there when a man wants her is a woman's greatest sin, except to be there when he doesn't want her.
We all recall the cruel stepmother in fairy tales. That archetype is often a necessary element in a fairy tale so that the heroinehero can become a person of character and power. Stories of heroes and heroines often begin with a wound or loss or injustice and end with heroic acts of restoration.
Maybe there was no one way to define it. Maybe there were as many shades of love as the blues of the sky.