The depth of our compassion is proportional to the depth of our living. (65)
Depth of friendship does not depend on length of acquaintance.
the sapphire depthof my own love…startlesand warmsand wounds my soul.
You were almost like a haiku: said so little, but meant so much.
love wounds me with soft pillows with tender lips and fingers
It is a part of probability that many improbabilities will happen.
you are here.the moontides are here.and that’s all that matters.
i would rather havefeelings without wordsthan words without feelings.
Is the height of my chara joy dependent on the depths of my eucharisteo thanks?
In our deepest moments we say the most inadequate things.”(Sister Imelda)