She knows what it’s like to love someone who cannot love you back. Someone who needs you, holds you, yes, but someone who will never know that love is the knife in your heart.
Love-the desire to love and be loved, to hold and be held, to give love even if your experience as a recipient has been compromised or incomplete-is the constant on the continuum of hunger, it’s what links the anorexic to the garden-variety dieter, it’s the persistent pulse of need and yearning behind the reach for food, for sex, for something.
In times of trouble, people need artists. We create those spaces where their own pain and worry and sadness can rest, and where their broken hearts can hope again.
Men need to be needed. When we are needed, we feel powerful. We thrive on helping a woman who needs us.
And suddenly I know I have to go. But this time without being chased by the Brigadier, without experiencing the kindness of a postman from Yass, and without taking along a Cadet who will change the way I breath for the rest of my life.
The art of our necessities is strange
That can make vile things precious.
The Lord is a great provider.
When people become prisoners of daily habits and happen to be hostages of choices, which they made in the past, but which they finally do not actually want, they experience the need to abandon their corporeal prison at a certain time in life. ( “Corporeal prison” )
To be a part of the kingdom you need to desire it enough to search it out
When you feel deep change in your heart, you must understand that there is a lack of an old and righteous company.