Like ships that have gone down at sea, when heaven was all tranquillity.
A friendship that like love is warm; A love like friendship, steady.
Humility, that low, sweet root, from which all heavenly virtues shoot.
Love doesn't demand perfection, but it does ask you to give yourself with less reserve than you'd prefer.
How many times do we lose an occasion for soul work by leaping ahead to final solutions without pausing to savor the undertones? We are a radically bottom-line society, eager to act and to end tension, and thus we lose opportunities to know ourselves for our motives and our secrets.
Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot heal.