Our greatest fear should not be of failure but of succeeding at things in life that don't really matter.
The irony is that while God doesn’t need us but still wants us, we desperately need God but don’t really want Him most of the time.
I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you
You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.
Stress says that the things we are involved in are important enough to merit our impatience, our lack of grace toward others, or our tight grip of control.
Worry implies that we don't quite trust God is big enough, powerful enough, or loving enough to take care of what's happening in our lives.
God is the only being who is good, and the standards are set by Him. Because God hates sin, He has to punish those guilty of sin. Maybe that's not an appealing standard. But to put it bluntly, when you get your own universe, you can make your own standards.
What are you doing right now that requires faith?
'Cause your love got the best of me, and baby you're making a fool of me. You got me sprung and i don't care who sees, 'cause baby you got me so crazy.
We loved with a love that was more than love.
Most, if not all, problems brought to therapists are issues of love. It makes sense that the cure is also love.
No longer a stranger, you listen all day to these crazy love-words. Like a bee you fill hundreds of homes with honey, though yours is a long flight from here.
When love is not madness, it is not love.
I can't help but smile as I swipe a lone tear trailing down my cheek. How can I not be crazy in love with this guy? Time away from him didn't change anything. I can't deny him another chance. That would be denying myself.
I learned that I was either crazy in love with you, or putting on the best performance of my life.' -Nora (PG 263)
Yes, it's crazy. Love is either crazy or it's nothing at all.
I smile at her. "You're an angel." "Nah," she says. "I'm just a girl crazy in love.
She had nothing in this world but her two hands and her crazy love for Jesus, who seemed, for his part, never to have heard of her.
The love of Christ embraces all without exception. Fire of love, crazy over what You have made. Oh, divine Madman. (Prayer of Catherine Siena) Simply do the next thing in love. I have no sense of myself apart from you. Quia amasti me, fecisti me amabilem. (In loving me, you made me lovable.)
What I’m sorry about is not being a tipsy idiot when you found me. I’m sorry about that, obviously, but more sorry that my stupidity caused us to lose a great opportunity. I don’t imagine you would have met me and fallen crazy in love with me, but I would like to think that if you’d had a chance to meet me under different circumstances, something just as nice could have happened. We could have become friends.
or simply:
