Quotes about Embrace

Father, I love You Whom I do not know, and I embrace You Whom I do not see, and I abandon myself to You Whom I have offended because You love in me Your only begotten Son. You see Him in me, You embrace Him in me, because He has willed to identify Himself completely with me by that love which brought Him to death, for me, on the Cross.

We cannot slay our incapacity and rise above it, but that is precisely what we wanted. Incapacity exists. No one should deny it, find fault with it or shout it down.

The key, of course, is loving the churchless for who they are rather than for what they can offer our church.

Set about doing good to somebody. Put on your hat and go and visit the sick and poor of your neighborhood; inquire into their circumstances and minister to their wants. Seek out the desolate and afflicted and oppressed ... I have often tried this method, and have always found it the best medicine for a heavy heart.

love doesn't come from us - it's born in us, a birthright from God. We can't manufacture it, we can only release what He's given us. That nudge to forgive? I told you— I think that's love trying to break free.

You have to embrace the life you have, not the one you expected you'd have - or the one others expect you to have.

Love and self are one and the discovery of either is the realization of both

I closed my eyes to hug him tighter and give him that elusive feeling of unconditional love and complete safety. The feeling we seek but, in this life and in this world, perhaps never quite find.

The finest clothes anyone can wear are a kind heart and a loving soul.

Don't question the purpose of things; just sing along.

They held hands and knew that only the coffin would lie in the earth; the bubbly laughter and the press of fingers in the palm would stay aboveground forever. At first, as they stood there, their hands were clenched together. They relaxed slowly until during the walk back home their fingers were laced in as gentle a clasp as that of any two young girlfriends trotting up the road on a summer day wondering what happened to butterflies in the winter.

THERE IS a loneliness that can be rocked.