Jody

“Art expresses beauty and truth," Georgia said. "It's a gift. It's meant to be experienced and interacted with not used. That's what's so gross about what the Distortionists do. They use art instead of making it or even enjoying it. They turn art into propaganda.”
― Carolyn Leiloglou, Beneath the Swirling Sky

“I’d believed— fool that I was— that because I knew this end was coming, I was prepared, that I would not grieve as I had. As if one can pre-grieve and get it out of the way. It’s not true. Grief is the price I paid for loving fiercely, and that was okay, because there was no other choice but to love fiercely and fully.”
― Patti Callahan, Once Upon a Wardrobe

“Facts,” murmured Basil, like one mentioning some strange, far-off animals, “how facts obscure the truth.

I may be silly—in fact, I'm off my head—but I never could believe in that man—what's his name, in those capital stories?—Sherlock Holmes. Every detail points to something, certainly; but generally to the wrong thing.

Facts point in all directions, it seems to me, like the thousands of twigs on a tree. It's only the life of the tree that has unity and goes up—only the green blood that springs, like a fountain, at the stars.”
― G. K. Chesterton, The Club of Queer Trades Illustrated

“In other words, we will be aware of (know) God, others and ourselves in the same manner as we experience God’s awareness of us. There is no hint of shame in his gaze or his voice. Our attention is drawn so irresistibly to him and how he is attending to us that we lose all awareness of the shame that has for so long kept parts of us hiding in the dark. Toward that end we need to pay attention to the things that are the summation of our lives: faith, hope and love. To live faithfully is to trust, to deeply attune to the presence of the Holy Spirit in whom we live and move and have our being. As we live faithfully, we actively imagine that he joyfully delights in being in our presence, and that all we do, we do with God, mindful that we live in dependence on him and each other.”
― Curt Thompson, The Soul of Shame: Retelling the Stories We Believe About Ourselves