Randomly hearing your favorite song somewhere is more satisfying than playing it directly.
By the breadth of a mighty wind, a genesis was fashioned in the womb of darkness.
In college, I used to underline sentences that struck me, that made me look up from the page. They were not necessarily the same sentences the professors pointed out, which would turn up for further explication on an exam. I noted them for their clarity, their rhythm, their beauty and their enchantment. For surely it is a magical thing for a handful of words, artfully arranged, to stop time. To conjure a place, a person, a situation, in all its specificity and dimensions. To affect us and alter us, as profoundly as real people and things do.
━ Jhumpa Lahiri, from “My Life’s Sentences” (via ablogwithaview)
(Source: The New York Times, via booklover)
The truth will set you free. But not until it is finished with you.
I have to kneel before the Father, put my ear against his chest and listen, without interruption, to the heartbeat of God. Then, and only then, can I say carefully and very gently what I hear. I know now that I have to speak from eternity into time, from the lasting joy into the passing realities of our short existence in this world, from the house of love into the houses of fear, from God’s abode into the dwellings of human beings.
━ Henri Nouwen