If we teach our children how to love, they will fill the world with love.
There's nothing like a love for our children. I love being a papa, and that's the truth.
Money is just one of the forces that blind us to information and issues which we could pay attention to - but don't. It exacerbates and often rewards all the other drivers of willful blindness; our preference for the familiar, our love for individual...
So we do not read the Bible simply to fill our minds, but to change our hearts. We do not read the Bible simply to be informed, but to be conformed to the image of Jesus. We read the Bible to stir our affections: our fear, our hope, our love, our des...
Healing is the journey. The destination is our self. The full recognition of all the different aspects of our self — our joy, our sorrow, our pain, our pleasure....all lead us to the source of who we are. Only by having intimate contact with this s...
We fight for autonomy over so many areas of our lives - for decency and democracy and freedom, for suffrage, for the right to have some say over our lives, some control - and then in the central question of what we are to do with our days, with our w...
Train our children to love God.
Our love was a river, always changing under the mercy of nature’s elements, but we continued to flow, even when we trickled.
If we deny love that is given to us, if we refuse to give love because we fear the pain of loss, then our lives will be empty, our loss greater.
Ode to the Chamber ...linger here amidst the chamber in which we embrace our love talk to me of sonnets and call me turtledove...
None of us could choose our birth, but we could still chose our family, and only those who love you are your true family.
Hi, I’m at the Speedway at Eighty-sixth and Ditch, and I need an ambulance. The great love of my life has a malfunctioning G-tube.
Sometimes a homeland becomes a tale. We love the story because it is about our homeland and we love our homeland even more because of the story.
We are all spiritual beings and our calling is to LOVE our neighbor, STAND against injustice and to show COMPASSION to ALL!
The language of love is unspoken. It is a feeling, an acknowledgment, and acceptance of not only our human frailties, but our divine eminence.
Day after day, more and more medications are prescribed for depression and addiction, assuming that these things run in our blood, when really they run in our patterns of awareness.
I desperately want to talk to her now. I want to ask her who it was who so deftly crafted and shaped the legend that was our love.
How can I be reasonable? To me our love was everything and you were my whole life. It is not very pleasant to realize that to you it was only an episode.
She grew broccoli, and I grew dentures. We were perfect for each other. Our love disappeared into each other like a box of toothpicks.
My apartment complex isn’t. No, it’s simple. I used to think our love was simple, until Chris Hemsworth moved into your heart.
All that separated our love lives was one wall, and I was peeping through it. I was wearing Tom’s nametag, so why shouldn’t I act like him?
