Love Possesses Seven Hundred Wings, And Each

Come On Sweetheart Let's Adore One Another Before There Is No More Of You And Me

I Said, O Love, Tell Me This: Does The Lord Know You Are Treating Me This Way? Love Said To Me, Yes He Does, Just Be Totally… Totally… Silent

The Cure For Pain Is In The Pain. Good And Bad Are Mixed. If You Don't Have Both, You Don't Belong With Us.

When I Run After What I Think I Want, My Days Are A Furnace Of Stress And Anxiety; If I Sit In My Own Place Of Patience, What I Need Flows To Me, And Without Pain. From This I Understand That What I Want Also Wants Me, Is Looking For Me And Attracting Me. There Is A Great Secret Here For Anyone Who Can Grasp It.

For Only When Faithfulness Turns To Betrayal And Betrayal Into Trust Can Any Human Being Become Part Of The Truth.