There is great reason to hope that death is good; for one of two things -- either death is a state of nothingness and utter unconsciousness, or, as men say, there is a change and migration of the soul from this world to another. Now if you suppose that there is no consciousness, but a sleep like the sleep of him who is undisturbed by the sight of dreams, death will be an unspeakable gain. For if a person were to select the night in which his sleep was undisturbed even by dreams, and were to…
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Love wants nothing from the other. It wants EVERYTHING for the other.
Dietrich Bonhoeffer
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We must love our neighbor either because he is good or because he may become good thereby.
Bishop Aurelius Augustinus
354-430
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"I am surrounded by the love of God.
The earth beneath my feet is the great womb out of which the life upon my body depends comes in utter abundance. There is at work in the soil a mystery by which the death of one seed is transformed a thousandfold in the newness of life. The magic of wind, sun and…
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"I am surrounded by the love of God.
The earth beneath my feet is the great womb out of which the life upon my body depends comes in utter abundance. There is at work in the soil a mystery by which the death of one seed is transformed a thousandfold in the newness of life. The magic of wind, sun and…
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I am surrounded by the Love of God.
Father, You stand before me and behind, beside me, in the place I see myself, and everywhere I go. You are in all the things I look upon, the sounds I hear, and every hand that reaches for my own. In You time disappears, and place becomes a meaningless belief. For what surrounds Your Son and keeps…
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When from our better selves we have too long been parted by the hurrying world, and droop. Sick of its business, of its pleasures tired, how gracious, how benign is solitude.
William Wordsworth
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