10. Comparison is the root of all feelings of inferiority. The moment you begin examining other people’s strengths against your most obvious weaknesses, your self-esteem starts to crumble!
Whether we are at Cafe Gratitude or Carl’s Jr, whether we are in a cathedral or in a nightclub, whether we are inside of a mosque or on the metro, every single moment is a sacred moment. A moment far too important for us to miss.
When we miss the people and the experiences and the feelings of our lives, we miss God. We don’t get to know the joy of seeing God show up in the world. More profoundly, we don’t get to participate in the wonder of God showing up in the world.
And empty words are evil.
I’m always telling myself I don’t have many feelings. Even when something does affect me I’m only moderately moved. I almost never cry. It’s not that I’m stronger than the ones with teary eyes, I’m weaker. They have courage. When all you are is skin and bones, feelings are a brave thing. I’m more of a coward. The difference is minimal though, I just use my strength not to cry. When I do allow myself a feeling, I take the part that hurts and bandage it up with a story that doesn’t cry, that doesn’t dwell on homesickness.
It is these empty spaces you have to watch out for, as they flood up with feeling before you even realize what’s happened.
My dear, if heaven is truly a place, then it is situated in your heart, that special place, that was reserved for me.
She left me, offended at my want of sympathy, and thinking, no doubt, that I envied her. I did not – at least, I firmly believed I did not.
Missing someone enlightens how the person means to you and broadens the feelings shared.
She fucking turns me inside out.”
“Women who matter have a way of doing that.” Lucas scowled. “We sound like a couple of women, talking about feelings. I think Sascha’s having a bad influence on me.”
“You started it.
Unrequited love is the only emotion that allows sane people to taste the “life sentence