That which man acquires by contemplation he should spend in love. — Meister Eckhart
Quotes
I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by. — Douglas Adams
I listen. I learn. I teach. — St. Ignatius of Antioch
Be not lax in celebrating. Be not lazy in the festive service of God. Be ablaze with enthusiasm. Let us be an alive burning offering before the altar of God. — St. Hildegard of Bingen
Vengeance is a lazy form of grief. — Nicole Kidman’s character in the 2005 movie “The Interpreter”
It seems to be a fact that you suffer as much from the church as for it. — Flannery O’Connor
No matter what they throw at you, walk through the cannon smoke and grin. It drives them crazy. — James Lee Burke
Discipline is not the vain attempt to be seen and loved by one whose attention or favor we seek. To be disciplined is not to abuse ourselves in order to conform to the expectations of others. Rather, discipline is training in the art of seeing, of paying attention to some things and ignoring others. Discipline happens when the imagined future is powerful enough to shape the experienced present. — Ken Sehested
I am not an optimist, because I am not sure that everything ends well. Nor am I a pessimist, because I am not sure that everything ends badly. I just carry hope in my heart. Hope is the feeling that life and work have a meaning. You either have it or you don't, regardless of the state of the world that surrounds you. Life without hope is an empty, boring, and useless life. I cannot imagine that I could strive for something if I did not carry hope in me. I am thankful to God for this gift. It is as big as life itself. — Vaclav Havel
The world is charged with the grandeur of God. It will flame out, like shining from shook foil. It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil Crushed. Whey do men then now not reck his rod? Generations have trod, have trod, have trod; And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil; And wears man’s smudge and shares man’s smell: the soil Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod. And for all this, nature is never spent; There lives the dearest freshness deep down things; And though the last lights off the black West went And, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs— Because the Holy Ghost over the bent World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings. — Gerard Manly Hopkins
