The idea that people do very bad things for sometimes very good reasons, feels reasons.
To say yes, you have to sweat and roll up your sleeves and plunge both hands into life up to the elbows. It is easy to say no, even if saying no means death.
Love is, above all, the gift of oneself.
Poor little men, poor little cocks! As soon as they're old enough, they swell their plumage to be conquerors. If they only knew that it's enough to be just a little bit wounded and sad in order to obtain everything without fighting for it.
God is on everyone's side. . . and in the last analysis, he is on the side with plenty of money and large armies.
Our entire life - consists ultimately in accepting ourselves as we are.
Life isn't what you think it is. It's like water, and the young let it trickle away between their fingers without even noticing. Cup your hands, keep it safe. Life eventually becomes something else, something hard, something simple, something you can hold in your hand and nibble on contentedly as you sit in the sun.
I think I felt God's love the deepest when I experienced my deepest loss. Amazing how God does that!
They went into stores to get food to stay alive. Looting isn't the right word. I call it survival.
What matters most is recognition that 'I have my own will. I have my own agency. I have the power within myself to control what I do. '
Seth gave her that: a private space to believe in the illusion of normalcy.