Si el amor es siempre recíproco -todo el mundo ama ser amado-, la pasión es asimétrica. Como el enamorado, el apasionado ama el amor. Pero más secretamente, a punto de pasar del amor al odio, también quiere no querer y, sin duda, no ser querido.
Carefully studying the delicate form of the doll, she was thinking how easy it was to wish for things as a child. Then nothing seemed impossible. Growing up, one realizes how many things one cannot wish for, the things that are forbidden, sinful. Ind...
We are torn out of our own existence and set down in the midst of the holy history of God on earth. There God dealt with us, and there he still deals with us, our needs and our sins, in judgment and grace.
Había pasado treinta años satisfaciendo mis ambiciones, me enfrentaba a los siguientes treinta intentando mantener esas ambiciones a flote y, al pensar bien en ellas, me pregunté en qué momento me dedicaría a vivir, sin más
Another doctrine repugnant to civil society, is that whatsoever a man does against his conscience, is sin; and it dependeth on the presumption of making himself judge of good and evil. For a man's conscience and his judgement are the same thing, and ...
¿Qué es una persona sin sentimientos? Si no hay amor ni odio, ni celos ni toda la gama de emociones que configuran la existencia humana, lo único que queda es un cascaron vacío
Dark night lay on my eyes, like a veil of black cloves - dust on my feet, at the beginning of the path of knowledge. Tracer from an invisible hand, a rainbow, fell in my thoughts - I encountered the truth; and truth shall be my light until the end of...
I think it takes some terrible or great event to fuse two people together without inhibition. Without heat or shock, it can't be done. I believe that's why sexual love, which needn't be, is so intensely intertwined with sin.
I want to protect innocent people from sin by locking them in cages, where the evil can't get to them.
All tha’ effin’ an’ blindin’ she was doin’...I ain’t never seen tha’ likes. Ya’ made a right hames wit dis’ wan, Athair. If she ‘ad been one of us, I’da put fifty quid on ‘er. She was after ya’ bollox, she was!
I read about an Eskimo hunter who asked the local missionary priest, ‘If I did not know about God and sin, would I go to hell?’ ‘No,’ said the priest, ‘not if you did not know.’ ‘Then why,’ asked the Eskimo earnestly, ‘did you tell ...
Monks committed all the same sins that ordinary people did. He had just been shocked by the woman's shamelessness. The sight of her nakedness remained with him, the way the hot heart of a candle flame, stared at for a few moments, would burn on behin...
. . .the sorrows of the heart yearn to be erased, for one final atonement finite and forgetting and whole—but time in its preserving will not permit forgetting; destroying only when we can no longer beg or argue with time to preserve the brief beni...
You are asking us to lie, Colonel?" "I am asking you to omit. Surely, amidst the...the infinite gradations of human venality, that particular sin ranks low." The old man kneaded the folds of his throat. "What happened out there belongs out there. The...
Under the blanket the outline of her body was slender and displayed a certain innocence, a precious quality far more significant than the elegance of her form. She seemed to radiate kindness and essential goodness, and Darby, trying to measure the va...
Jesus did not die to increase our self-esteem. Rather, Jesus died to bring glory to the Father by redeeming people from the curse of sin.
The Church is composed of people, and people do terrible things and commit sin - it's what the Church has been telling us for two thousand years and continues to tell us, which is why the Church is here and essentially one of the major reasons why pe...
You can count the bruises on your heart easily enough, but numbering sins is a far tricker matter. Men are eternally forgetting for their benefit. They leave it to the World to remeber, and to the Outside to call them to harsh accout. One hundred Hea...
Fear is really the sin of unbelief....I am talking about fear coming from believing what we see over what God tells us is true.
—¿No lo sabes…? Pero acabas… acabas de gastarte cincuenta y cinco dólares en este libro. —Lo sé —respondiste—. No pasa nada. —Pero ¿no sabes por qué? —Para hacerte feliz —fue lo único que dijiste, y de repente, Ed, tus palabra...
No es que muera de amor, muero de ti. Muero de ti, amor, de amor de ti, de urgencia mía de mi piel de ti, de mi alma de ti y de mi boca y del insoportable que yo soy sin ti.
