That is how life goes--we send our children into the wilderness. Some of them on the day they are born, it seems, for all the help we can give them. Some of them seem to be a kind of wilderness unto themselves. But there must be angels there, too, and springs of water. Even that wilderness, the very habitation of jackals, is the Lord's.
Marilynne RobinsonLove is holy because it is like grace--the worthiness of its object is never really what matters.
Marilynne RobinsonWe inhabit, we are part of, a reality for which explanation is much too poor and small.
Marilynne Robinson