“ What is the scent of water?" "Renewal. The goodness of God coming down like dew. ”
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“ Jean was visited by one of her rare moments of happiness, one of those moments when the goodness of God was so real to her that it was like taste and scent; the rough strong taste of honey in the comb and the scent of water. Her thoughts of God had a homeliness that at times seemed shocking, in spite of their power, which could rescue her from terror or evil with an ease that astonished her. ”
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“ The very old and the very young have something in common that makes it right that they should be left alone together. Dawn and sunset see stars shining in a blue sky; but morning and midday and afternoon do not, poor things. ”
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“ One is seldom unchanged by the death of those one loves. It gives me a deeper knowledge of them, and so of oneself in regard to them. ”
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“ Jean was visited by one of her rare moments of happiness, one of those moments when the goodness of God was so real to her that it was like taste and scent; the rough strong taste of honey in the comb and the scent of water. Her thoughts of God had a homeliness that at times seemed shocking, in spite of their power, which could rescue her from terror or evil with an ease that astonished her. ”
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“ The sun is still there... even if clouds drift over it. Once you have experienced the reality of sunshine you may weep, but you will never feel ice about your heart again. ”
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“ The years stretched before her, a long and dusty way, yet if she could walk humbly along it she might find that life, unfolding slowly, keeps its best secrets till the end. ”
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“ I am nothingnothingnothing. She was clinging to that, she found, as to a sort of anchor, because it kept her from having to face the terrible possibility that God Himself was not, and the realization of God's nothingness would be the final horror that could not be borne. Yet as time passed she knew that that possibility, too, must be faced. She must let go of the very last thing left her, the knowledge of her own nothingness, and face it. And she let go, and looked around for God and did not find Him; and then there was nothing, except the dark night. But there was the dark night. Very slowly she became conscious of it, and then she found that she was hugging it to her, wrapping herself in it as though it were a cloak to hide her in this hour of her humiliation. For a long while the night was all that she had, and then suddenly, like a sword stabbing the darkness, came a trill of music. It was a bird welcoming the dawn. That, too, was added. She drew back one of the curtains of her bed and saw a patch of grey light where the window was. That also. During the hours of the night she had been completely stripped, and now one by one a few things were being handed to her for the clothing of her naked, shivering, humiliated soul. For a few things one must have to make one decent if one was to step forth again upon the highway. For that, obviously, impossible though the task seemed to her at this moment, was what she had to do as soon as the full day came, because there wasn't anything else that she could do. She had to go on living and serving, with the living and serving stripped of all pleasure...But there would be something. There would be darkness and light, night and day, both sweet things, and music linking them together. The full glory of the dawn chorus seemed all about her...it was full day by the time she pulled back the muslin curtains that covered her window and flung it wide and leaned out, the scent of the spring earth rushing up to meet her. That also was given back...By whom? ”
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“ The sun is still there... even if clouds drift over it. Once you have experienced the reality of sunshine you may weep, but you will never feel ice about your heart again. ”
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“ ...those who break the law should be loved more and not less for their sin, for if we do not forgive then is sin added to sin and the end is death. ”
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“ She did not suppose for a moment that anything worth having, and she now knew faith to be supremely worth having, was ever easy to have. ”
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“ She knew there could be no certainty, only faith. Could she find faith? ”
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“ ...The simple little words came easily, fitting themselves to the tune that had come out of the harpsichord. It didn't seem to her that she made them up at all. It seemed to her that they flew in from the rosegarden, through the open window, like a lot of butterflies, poised themselves on the point of her pen, and fell off it on to the paper. ”
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“ Nothing living should ever be treated with contempt. Whatever it is that lives, a man, a tree, or a bird, should be touched gently, because the time is short. Civilization is another word for respect for life... ”
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“ One is seldom unchanged by the death of those one loves. It gives me a deeper knowledge of them, and so of oneself in regard to them. ”
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“ ...this blessing of loneliness was not really loneliness. Real loneliness was something unendurable. What one wanted when exhausted by the noise and impact of physical bodies was not no people but disembodied people; all those denizens of beloved books who could be taken to one's heart and put away again, in silence, and with no hurt feelings. ”
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“ ...this blessing of loneliness was not really loneliness. Real loneliness was something unendurable. What one wanted when exhausted by the noise and impact of physical bodies was not no people but disembodied people; all those denizens of beloved books who could be taken to one's heart and put away again, in silence, and with no hurt feelings. ”
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“ Butterflies… not quite birds, as they were not quite flowers, mysterious and fascinating as are all indeterminate creatures. ”
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“ Butterflies… not quite birds, as they were not quite flowers, mysterious and fascinating as are all indeterminate creatures. ”
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“ Butterflies… not quite birds, as they were not quite flowers, mysterious and fascinating as are all indeterminate creatures. ”
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“ All we are asked to bear we can bear. That is a law of the spiritual life. The only hindrance to the working of this law, as of all benign laws, is fear. ”
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“ All we are asked to bear we can bear. That is a law of the spiritual life. The only hindrance to the working of this law, as of all benign laws, is fear. ”
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“ Butterflies… not quite birds, as they were not quite flowers, mysterious and fascinating as are all indeterminate creatures. ”
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“ Peace... was contingent upon a certain disposition of the soul, a disposition to receive the gift that only detachment from self made possible. ”
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“ We all of us need to be toppled off the throne of self, my dear.... Perched up there the tears of others are never upon our own cheek. ”
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“ We all of us need to be toppled off the throne of self, my dear.... Perched up there the tears of others are never upon our own cheek. ”
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“ Peace … was contingent upon a certain disposition of the soul, a disposition to receive the gift that only detachment from self made possible. ”
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“ Butterflies… not quite birds, as they were not quite flowers, mysterious and fascinating as are all indeterminate creatures. ”
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“ All we are asked to bear we can bear. That is a law of the spiritual life. The only hindrance to the working of this law, as of all benign laws, is fear. ”
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