Mary Baker

“When I was older and was half through college, I chanced to be spending a few days at home near the end of summer vacation. With a feeling of great temerity I asked her one day why it was that she would not let me read any of the Pauline letters. What she told me I shall never forget. “During the days of slavery,” she said, “the master’s minister would occasionally hold services for the slaves. Old man McGhee was so mean that he would not let a Negro minister preach to his slaves. Always the white minister used as his text something from Paul. At least three or four times a year he used as a text: ‘Slaves, be obedient to them that are your masters …, as unto Christ.’ Then he would go on to show how it was God’s will that we were slaves and how, if we were good and happy slaves, God would bless us. I promised my Maker that if I ever learned to read and if freedom ever came, I would not read that part of the Bible.” Since”
― Howard Thurman, Jesus and the Disinherited

“You cannot kill a breeze, a wind, a fragrance; you cannot kill a dream or an ambition.”
― Michel Onfray

“Children don’t need to thank their parents,’ Mum had said with a smile when I was in my twenties and tried to tell her how grateful I was, how loved I’d always felt. ‘That’s what you do, as a mum or dad. Unconditional. You say thank you by passing it on to your own children and they pass it on to theirs.”
― Jill Childs, The First Wife

“Love isn't always possession or declarations or big cinematic gestures. Sometimes it's the stubborn, quiet kind that hurts both people equally but still feels like the only right thing left.

Love costs and it's worth it.

Love isn't safety. It's exposure. It's stepping into the fire and letting it burn away everything, except the truth.”
― Maya Cullens, Under the Mistletoe with My Brother’s Best Friend: A Small-Town Fake Dating Christmas Romance