“The passion, God knows for what cause…disappeared, leaving no trace whatever behind it, except my heart wasted and ruined as if it had been scorched by a thousand lightnings”
“It had been no struggle to turn his face to the south and leave it behind — but it had hurt his heart.”
“God is God. He knows what he is doing. When you can’t trace his hand, trust his heart.”
“Desire is an appetite, quickly sated. Longing is a wound, an opening in the heart or the spirit. Whatever the cause, whatever the duration, it almost always leaves a scar.”
“If you leave a good trace behind you, that trace will continue its walk even if you stop!”
“And when the storm comes, and the mighty wind shakes the forest, and thunder and lightning proclaim the majesty of the sky, – then let your heart say in awe, “God moves in passion.”