She must admit that she felt this thing that she called life terrible, hostile, and quick to pounce on you if you gave it a chance.

When spiritual friends share their stories, the others listen without working. They rest. There's nothing to fix, nothing to improve. A spiritual community feels undisturbed quiet as they listen, certainly burdened . . . but still resting in the knowledge that the life within, the passion for holiness, is indestructible. It needs only to be nourished and released.

Father, I leave them in your hands, for mine are far too small and weak. You are God, and I thank you.

Why don't you cry again, you little wretch? -Because I'll never cry for you again.

his face, though lined, bore few traces of anxiety. But, perhaps the confidential bachelor clerks in Tellson's Bank were principally occupied with the cares of other people; and perhaps second-hand cares, like second-hand clothes, come easily off and on.

You are a little low this evening, Frederick,' said the Father of the Marshalsea. 'Anything the matter?

I verily believe that her not remembering and not minding in the least, made me cry again, inwardly - and that is the sharpest crying of all

Whenever she was particularly discomposed, she always performed one of these pedestrian feats; and the amount of her discomposure might always be estimated by the duration of her walk.

Our anxiety does not empty tomorrow of its sorrows, but only empties today of its strengths.

There is too much unhappiness in football, no?

Each of you is a unique child of God. God knows you individually. He sends messages of encouragement, correction, and direction fitted to you and to your needs.

God bless those employees at United who somehow continue to be gracious and patient and generous with customers even while bearing the brunt of a broken company themselves.