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Hannah Brencher
“The best gift you are ever going to give someone— the permission to feel safe in their own skin. To feel worthy. To feel like they are enough.”
Hannah Brencher

Max Lucado
“Plunge a sponge into Lake Erie. Did you absorb every drop? Take a deep breath. Did you suck the oxygen out of the atmosphere? Pluck a pine needle from a tree in Yosemite. Did you deplete the forest of foliage? Watch an ocean wave crash against the beach. Will there never be another one? Of course there will. No sooner will one wave crash into the sand than another appears. Then another, then another. This is a picture of God’s sufficient grace. Grace is simply another word for God’s tumbling, rumbling reservoir of strength and protection. It comes at us not occasionally or miserly but constantly and aggressively, wave upon wave. We’ve barely regained our balance from one breaker, and then, bam, here comes another.”
Max Lucado, Grace: More Than We Deserve, Greater Than We Imagine

Hannah Brencher
“That’s why I wanted to be a writer - because someone I loved told me I could be one.”
Hannah Brencher, If You Find This Letter: My Journey to Find Purpose Through Hundreds of Letters to Strangers

Virginia Woolf
“You’re going to go on dreaming and imagining and making up stories about me as you walk along the street, and pretending that we’re riding in a forest, or landing on an island —'
'No. I shall think of you ordering dinner, paying bills, doing the accounts, showing old ladies the relics —”
Virginia Woolf, Night and Day
tags: love, truth

E.M. Forster
“London was beginning to illuminate herself against the night. Electric lights sizzled and jagged in the main thoroughfares, gas-lamps in the side streets glimmered a canary gold or green. The sky was a crimson battlefield of spring, but London was not afraid. Her smoke mitigated the splendour, and the clouds down Oxford Street were a delicately painted ceiling, which adorned while it did not distract. She has never known the clear-cut armies of the purer air. Leonard hurried through her tinted wonders, very much part of the picture. His was a grey life, and to brighten it he had ruled off a few corners for romance.”
E.M. Forster, Howards End

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