We are born helpless. As soon as we are fully conscious we discover loneliness. We need others physically, emotionally, and intellectually. We need them if we are to know anything, even ourselves.
We are what we believe we are.
To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung.
but who can feel ugly, when their heart feels joy
The stamp of the Saint is that he can waive his own rights and obey the Lord Jesus.
The death of a beloved is an amputation.