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Tag: Quote
What Is Love?
“Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being “in love” which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.”
-St. Augustine
How does St Augustine’s definition compare with your definition of Love?
Life and love are never easy. Everything requires work. Hard work.
Today’s a new day, a fresh opportunity. Do what you do – with Love.
Or, you could opt to do the opposite. But don’t complain if your results are not what you hope or wish for.
Hard work is the only way.
Coincidence Perhaps?
Perhaps, all our “good fortune” can be summed up by his quote I found, tucked away in a folder from 2004.
“Coincidence is a small miracle which God wishes to remain anonymous.” — unknown
Ya with me?
PS. Assertiveness is a trait. Arrogance a burden.
Everything Is A Miracle
“There are two ways to live: you can live as if nothing is a miracle; you can live as if everything is a miracle.” — Albert Einstein
Attending Kevin’s funeral on Christmas Eve, this quote from Albert Einstein was printed on the cover of the funeral bulletin.
Have you ever been struck with a profound thought or observation, when you least expect it? When it’s presented in such a deceptively simple format – in this case, printed text?
One more thing struck me from attending Kevin’s funeral, but not until this very moment. Kevin’s son, maybe three years old, was there, of course. Estimating there were 300 people attending.
But the only other child I saw was the one in my arms most of the Mass.